"This does not look like Boston. This is pure Utah," I told the kids as we wandered through Cascade Springs, with its waterfalls, deer, and freshwater springs, surrounded by mountains.
Michael drove with us up American Fork Canyon and wandered with us through the Springs.
Sometimes it felt good to just sit down and put our feet in the stream.
We passed a bride with her retinue, taking pictures in this very picturesque spot. That motivated me to take photo essays of some of my very photogenic grandchildren--Sophia...
Mia...
and Emilie.
We drove through Wasatch Mountain State Park into the Heber Valley as sunset turned the sky rose.
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