Hot Pots

Saturday, Kevin and I went to some hot pots up Ogden Canyon with our friends Amber and Kenyon. It was an interesting adventure.

The hike to the hot pots was quite perilous due to the snow and ice, and I was terrified that I was going to slide off the trail, fall off the cliff, and plunge to my death. Visions of making it on the 10 o'clock news as one of those stories of reckless young people dying were going through my brain. So not cool. However, Kevin kept me in one piece. I did manage to slip, but he caught me, and I walked away with only a slightly skinned knee.

We ended up sitting in the hot pots for two hours. (My attention span was done by 30 minutes.) It was definitely not the cleanest water I had ever seen, and I was very anxious to jump in my shower once I returned home, but it was very relaxing and kind of fun.

Unfortunately, despite the fact that I am dating a somewhat retired photographer (he stopped doing that when he came to Utah, and sold his camera since), I do not have pictures. Hopefully I will soon participate in an activity that is conducive to photography. My blog is getting kind of boring and impersonal.