Little Cottonwood Canyon

While traipsing through the woods and inhaling the heady scent of the spring forest, I said to Clay, "I wish we lived somewhere like this!"  "We do live here," he said.  Point taken.  I meant, wouldn't it be lovely if we could step off our back porch into the forest and hear the rushing river outside our window at night, but he's right, we're so lucky to live just a few minutes from the beautiful canyons and rivers here.  What a treat to be in the shadows of the mountains and to be able to go hiking, exploring or just skipping stones at a moment's notice.



As much as the immense mountains looming over us makes me catch my breath, equally breathtaking are the little details; the electric green of newly opened leaves- the color practically sings! -the bright orange lichen giving new life to a dead branch, and these darling, pink toes all covered in sand.




There are few things I love as much as watching Sam and his dad interact.  Sam is over the moon, in love with his dad.  And his dad is pretty nuts about him too.