Red Ledges

Last night we threw off our groove, which we desperately needed to do, because it was starting to feel less like a groove and more like a rut. So instead of cooking dinner, I whipped up a few peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and some other snacks, and we jumped into the van and headed up Spanish Fork canyon. At work, Aaron had heard about this place called Red Ledges that had an arch made of sandstone and wasn't too far off the road. We decided to check it out.

It wasn't Arches National Park or anything, but it was beautiful, didn't require any hiking to get to (a plus, since we had Adelia and not the hiking backpack), and it was exactly what we needed to change things up a bit. It was a great spot for the kids too, kind of enclosed, and not too steep, and plenty of small rock formations for them to climb on to their heart's content. I want to go back. I'm already planning family parties and BBQs with friends up there once it warms up a little.