Last week, Robbie and I decided to go on a hike. Unfortunately, I was a little crabby and needed to hang out in the car for a minute longer, so we rode up to Bear Lake for some lunch. On the way home, we thought it was getting too late to be in Logan Canyon but we began the hike anyway. We may have made it nearly a mile, but my full bladder forced us to turn back.
Someone driving in front of us thought it would be a good idea to have their newly-killed elk just ahead of us in the lane coming out of the canyon. Needless to say, it was gross.
