tradition, tradition.

hiking the Y.

13 seriously steep switchbacks up to a bunch of painted white rock.

about a 1000 feet of elevation gain.

every time i really think about it, it just seems miserable.

in fact the first time i hiked it, it was miserable.

(think middle of the night, pouring rain, practically crawling up the muddy trail)

my mom loves hiking the Y.

when she comes into town, we hike the Y.

it has become a tradition.

for the past three years on 

labor day

the most elite wake up a little too early to do some serious laboring.

we hike that Y.

and you know what,

it is never as miserable as i think it is going to be.

and miserable or not,

it is always an adventure.

whether we are pressing our luck

and getting prime parking

littering crunchy pear cores and getting scolded

looking good in the early morning

 making it to the top

 attempting a little upside down action

(it was traumatizing)

 running into good ol' kyle

 pondering how beautiful provo really is

 having a hard time actually finding where our house is

 giving short-lived piggy back rides

walking backwards in serious style

 or whipping out the best jumping shot in the history

 it is a tradition worth keeping.

until next year!

p.s. did you know no other college in the US of A has a larger symbol. the Y takes the cake!