Perhaps my favorite hike with Old Glory flying above it: The Subway.
Dave and I had talked for years about it. It wasn't until we made friends with a business major (Sir Evan Fitzpatrick) that someone took care of business and organized an expedition. Fortunately, I had done it before, so we didn't need a guide. Unfortunately, that was over a decade ago when I was in Teacher's Quorum.
Drew + Jenny, Evan, Dan King, Curtis Crabtree, Hillary Schmutz, Tyler Winterton, Dave Carter, me. = awesome.
We carpooled.
The Subway starts in desert, then dips down into an amphitheatre of white rock, then a gully and sandy trail, then a red rock amphitheatre (you'll note the British spelling), then eventually a 300 foot almost vertical descent off a ridge into the gulch.
Fun was had; friends were made; casualties were avoided; adventure was embodied.
Also the night before we went to Cedar's Shakespearean Festival and saw "A Comedy of Errors," which was ruddy brilliant and hilarious. We bought some tarts: blackberry and cream are the best, I say. It feels like a little pocket of England with its gabled concession stand, Globe-ish outdoor theatre, cross-laid brick courtyard, and ivy creeping up the occasional sign or lamppost. "Wench up, lads, there's tarts to be had!" Dan King and I made a merry time of it, I must say. Evan and Hillary were exemplary models of propriety and not being as merry as me and Dan. Just kidding.
So anyways, the Subway boasts an underwater tunnel.
Some heroic-stance provoking scenery (all of those are bona fide hero-poses, except one--what is Tyler doing?).
Some slip-n-slides. (Tried to upload but file problems)
And random other cool waterways and falls.
It's just a beautiful place. 8 miles of it.
