Cascade Springs
Finally! Here comes part three (and the most beautiful part, I believe) of our camping trip last weekend. The beauty of a place tends to be proportionate to the number of pictures we take while there, so brace yourself for a rather long photo reel.
After packing up camp, we headed farther along the Alpine Loop to Cascade Springs, a really unique geological/hydrological formation in the Wasatch Range. On the way up, we stopped first at Deer Creek Overlook, partly to break up the winding ride up to Cascade Springs for any little (or big) bodies that were getting antsy, and partly because we just had to get closer to these views. It's hard to believe the colors that are alive up there right now - the pictures just don't do it justice.
After a good break, we got back in the car and drove the rest of the way to Cascade Springs. This place was such a pleasant surprise. Although the paths were paved and easy, and in spite of the many visitors, there is a wildness and seclusion about the area that more than once made me feel like I was wandering through the pages of some timeless British novel, like The Secret Garden or Wuthering Heights. Have a look:
By lunchtime, we had walked all of the loops of the Cascade Springs trails, so it was time to head back down the canyon, in the general direction of home. Before leaving, we pulled over in the lower Cascade Springs parking lot for an impromptu picnic. Caroline enjoyed her first encounter with peanut butter and the rest of us enjoyed a spontaneous half-naked dance from Maddie (we documented that experience only minimally in order to protect her fragile teenage pride some day).
Kids really do say and do the darndest things. Especially these ones. What a fun weekend it was.
After packing up camp, we headed farther along the Alpine Loop to Cascade Springs, a really unique geological/hydrological formation in the Wasatch Range. On the way up, we stopped first at Deer Creek Overlook, partly to break up the winding ride up to Cascade Springs for any little (or big) bodies that were getting antsy, and partly because we just had to get closer to these views. It's hard to believe the colors that are alive up there right now - the pictures just don't do it justice.
After a good break, we got back in the car and drove the rest of the way to Cascade Springs. This place was such a pleasant surprise. Although the paths were paved and easy, and in spite of the many visitors, there is a wildness and seclusion about the area that more than once made me feel like I was wandering through the pages of some timeless British novel, like The Secret Garden or Wuthering Heights. Have a look:
Maddie has an immutable draw to all things watery and dangerous. With that in mind, I think the next series of images are self-explanatory.
Luckily for Maddie, who had more than a mouthful of Cascade Springs water that day, the springs are pretty pure, fed by snowmelt further up the mountains. What's missing from these pictures is Tyler picking Maddie up by one foot in order to extract her soggy self from the water. Imagine her upside down, mouth wide open with screams emanating, pigtails dripping, completely unharmed. Just.too.funny. I'm still routinely laughing at that mental image.
By lunchtime, we had walked all of the loops of the Cascade Springs trails, so it was time to head back down the canyon, in the general direction of home. Before leaving, we pulled over in the lower Cascade Springs parking lot for an impromptu picnic. Caroline enjoyed her first encounter with peanut butter and the rest of us enjoyed a spontaneous half-naked dance from Maddie (we documented that experience only minimally in order to protect her fragile teenage pride some day).
Kids really do say and do the darndest things. Especially these ones. What a fun weekend it was.
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