We hiked up Willard canyon. When Joe and I were dating we went on a perilous journey on the south side of the canyon. The trail, if there ever actually was one, was covered in rock slides. This time we went up the north side. I thought it would be a nice easy hike. It actually involved a lot of scrambling and cardio and took an hour longer than planned.  We hiked up to the end of the trail and found a nice cascade:

Hiking back, I realized there was a turn that I had missed earlier. (It was marked in orange ties, I guess I wasn’t looking.) That trail switch backed up the side of the mountain and went to the bottom of a waterfall, but we were about done and didn’t follow it the full way. The waterfalls (there are two) were not too spectacular anyway.

PB had a blast, acting like it was giant playground. (Where better to climb around then on a hike?) Alternatively he was tired and wanted to be carried. We have big boys to lug up mountains, good thing both me and my husband are still young and athletic. After a certain point I told PB he had to walk. My legs were done carrying all that extra weight. (My husband is amazing fit and after hiking went and moved dirt around for a friend for another three hours.)

I also was able to capture some great shots of my kids.