I thought the kids and I deserved an adventure, so we decided to try to hike to Pleasant Grove's "G". It turns out I'm not so smart. We made it about halfway up the mountain (literally, straight up the mountain) before I realized it would be torture coming back down. So we turned around and, sure enough, it took us about five times as long to come carefully down the steep trail without falling--and Charlie in the chest carrier--as it took us to climb up.
We walked partway up the canyon towards the waterfall, but were all tired, so we stopped on the trail and the girls had juice boxes and handi-snacks.
Me and my man.