Bats / Caves / Cliffs / and Sweaty Tourists
Another day, another adventure. Little Brielle and family decided to take an outing into the sub-terrainian underworld called Timpanogos Cave. The cave is situated not far from the NOT SO EXCITING Utah Valley, in a the little oasis, American Fork Canyon. As many of you blog readers know, Timpanogos Cave is a hotspot for bored BYU alumni that have remained trapped in the bubble with no hope for escape. While daddy was hopping to see some wild cougars, our luck was against us, and we only saw a few 240+ lb cougar co-eds, all of whom looked as though they were needing a life-flight to rescue them from the 3 mile round trip hike. Little Brielle chugged up the mountain with little effort, she cheerfully waved and greeted the weary travelers as they rolled down the path. Brielle was so exhausted from all of the waving and clapping, that she decided to take a snooze as we entered the cave. Daddy was forced to haul the little sac of potatoes through the winding rock tunnel. We saw plenty of things we wanted to touch, but unfortunately "YOU CAN'T TOUCH THE PETRAFIDE FISH POO" (thats what timp is made of). Well, long story short, Daddy's hip started acting up, Grandma Bosley's heart nearly gave out, and Kirstin decided to hike down in record time, thus ends our story.
