So much for a white xmas. It got up to 54° today, and the miniscule amount of snow we’ve already gotten this season has melted as soon as the sun came out. Not that I’m necessarily complaining, because 54° is nice hiking weather, especially in December. I’d like to see some snow, but not the mud that’ll follow.
I’d originally planned on hiking or biking yesterday, but when it came down to it, I just didn’t feel like it. Instead, I took my family down to Buckhorn Wash with the hopes of seeing some bighorn sheep. Jason told me that he’d see some there recently near the pictograph panel, but we unfortunately didn’t see any. We saw a small herd of antelope far off in the distance just south of Little Cedar Mountain, but that was it. I love going down to the Swell on a weekday–we only saw two other vehicles the entire time, and both of those were on the main graveled road closer to Castle Dale.
Besides the traditional family get-togethers next weekend, Traci and I don’t really have any plans for the rest of the year. We don’t even know what we’re doing yet for New Year’s, though we will probably spend it at Mike and Ali’s in West Valley City. I’m getting antsy for a long winter hike, but that will likely have to wait until next year. What I really need is a hiking companion, but that’s been hard to come by lately, and I hate going solo in the middle of nowhere. Going to Buckhorn Wash gave me some ideas of where I could go (the very southeastern tip of the Wedge sounds fun), but I’m thinking I’ll have to bide my time for this trip.