Saturday, August 8, 2009
Hiking in the Utah and Washington mountains.
Any gathering of the Johnson family is usually organized around a mountain/mountains. A lot of hiking. My dad is completely obsessed. We all like hiking to various degrees; in fact, most of us have really taken to it at this point, given how much it has been ingrained in us (and particularly since we have always had to make the tryouts to go on family vacations to various world-wide mountain destinations).
Today hiking means a really long line of people - and like most places our family trots in a line (an airplane aisle, another instance), we get comments on being such a pack. I remember getting on a plane when I was 12 years old with a trail of children behind and in front of me and my mom bringing up the rear - people's wide-eyes and open-mouths as they watched us trot. Now the line is hilarious. Big and small, still whiny sometimes, but mostly joking and hoopla-ing and singing made-up songs, we like the mountains. Think the von Trapps. Seriously.