The above is one of my favorite pictures I have ever taken. The dark qualities of the trees, the glistening ground cover. The mountains in the distance, the people nearer. It takes me somewhere else. 

We walked along the trail, and Tyler spotted a moose about thirty feet in front of us, a bull with very large antlers. A cow started of towards our left. For a moment we thought they were going to pull a Jurassic Park velociraptor on us. We retreated. Until a boy scout troop came prancing along, bumbling forward disregarding our warnings. 

Well enough. The moose didn't charge and we managed to make some photographs. 

Table Rock

Table Rock. I've heard word ever since my early days hear in Rexburg. The classic hike of the area. We finally did it. Almost went last week. Cancelled. This week we expedited. Journeyed. And it was grand. 

We hiked along the huckleberry; the path wove through quaking aspen, along a valley, deeper into the woods. Eventually we spotted a towering peak which we thought must be Table Rock. It wasn't. We spotted another one that seemed even higher and unsurmountable.  Wasn't that one either. Finally, after we came out on top of a ridge, we realized it was a large butte in the distance, one which we had not even considered. That one we climbed, hiked, and summated. Some in our group worried they would not reach the top– all did. The path of life often takes us to greater heights than we had ever conceived.