You’ve made it to the very last post I will do about our summer travels to Bear Lake this year. But this is my very very favorite part. Each year we make it up to Bear Lake I have to take my kids to the top of the canyon right outside our driveway. This is one of those rides I could do in my sleep I’ve taken it so many times & each time it takes my breath away. If you are unsure there is a God, you should take this ride. I love the beauty around each bend.
At the very top you run into the last stream crossing, where I have to park & let my kids rip their shoes off & play…and make crazy eyes when I ask for a picture. We cross here & keep hiking up a bit. And there…there is where you will find my initials carved into a tree almost 20 years ago by my grandfather.
My grandparents are really the heart & soul of Bear Lake & perhaps that is why it is so sentimental to me. My grandfather passed away right before I got married 10 years ago & in that time, I’ve never visited his grave, but I always find this darn tree, you can read more about it here. It is here that I feel the closest to him & so I always have to get my kids up here so I can tell them all about him. This year was no exception — I even managed to convince Liv to come for the long ride.
As we were driving up, the clouds were gathering & when you realize you are by yourself on a mountain with your two kids, you start second guessing your thought process. Not to worry, I, of course, pressed on to the top.
But right when we parked, the rain started coming…not that that stopped us! We were getting wet anyway, but it did cut our time a little shorter.
The tree is just up that dirt road in front of Zack.