After two years of living in Provo and attending BYU, the fact that I had never hiked Y mountain made me some kind of infidel. When I confessed this fact to Jacob, he wouldn't let me get away with it much longer. Consequently, we spent the Labor Day holiday hiking the "Y."
I may look happy here, but I was a sissy baby the whole way up. The trail was a little steep for my liking and Jacob made us run the last stretch of it. Whatever. Sense of accomplishment blah blah blah. . .
Serenading on the Harmonica.
We continued our ascent up the mountain past the "Y," which seems to be a hike that few care to take-- even on Labor Day. We're just cool like that, I guess.
The very top of Y Moutain.
Our severe difference in height and wingspan make it difficult to create a "Y" as a team, but you get the idea. Right?
Y Mountain. Y not?