I have had the pleasure of living in the shadow of the Wasatch Mountains nearly all 40 years of my life. I am not a transplant from Colorado, California, Connecticut or any other state that doesn’t start with a ‘U’. Through the years I have witnessed a dramatic change along the Wasatch Front as millions have now claimed residence along these beautiful foothills. I started mountain biking some 25 years ago on a little deer trail riddled with rocks and sketchy river crossings near my home. It has now become a smooth, groomed, popular mountain bike spot called “The Quarry Trail.” With the massive influx of people, I stopped mountain biking and looked up. I took to rock climbing to get above the masses…the masses followed. Now you must stand in line to climb the routes that were once untouched. I continued to look up…this time…I looked up into the sky. A place where I am free from the masses of life; free from the cars, the trails, the rocks, the people. With just the sky to contend, and commune with. Yes, I love the Wasatch Mountains that raised me, and feel blessed to still call them home. I particularly love to now be soaring above them with only the birds. On the days when the weather has me grounded…I am left to only dream.
This short video is a compilation of some flying along the Wasatch Front during the spring of 2013. A wonderful dream indeed!
