When we made it to Utah, we were greeted with hordes of crunchy leaves, warm mornings and autumn colors to die for. We get a pretty good show of color in Alaska, but Utah is amazing during the fall. And the weather! It was still 80 degrees! Be still my beating heart, I love me some hot sun.
I spent the rest of October and all of November out on the Spanish Fork River Trail. I love this trail! It's secluded and public all in one. It's full of friendly walkers/runners/bikers, and has the river on one side, and fields of cows on the other. Sometimes a few random horses joined the mix, but I never knew where they came from or where they disappeared to. And if I was out early enough, there would most certainly be deer grazing in the fields. It was nothing short of lovely. The river trail and I got along very nicely for months.
We walked and hiked and drank in the sun until the snow came.
On Saturday mornings, or Sunday afternoons, I would hike the Y in Provo. It's the big cement Y up on the mountain for BYU. It's been twenty years since I hiked the Y, and it is a BEAST of a climb. And they lie. The signs at the trailhead say it's 1.2 miles up, but my phone's Garmin app always said it was 1.73 miles. And the iphone never lies. Except for the weather. But this view? Worth every huff and puff.
In the middle of living outdoors, I managed to get some quilting done. Someone really special needed a baby blanket with trucks and wheels and fluffy chenille.
This was a kit. A simple pattern really; just strips of varrying widths. But it had some fun prints that needed to shine, and some adorable ric-rac. Between the chenille strips, the chunky ric-rac, and the cozy crinkles after washing and drying, this is one soft, textural quilt. Perfect for little boys.