Darin and I decided to go hiking on Saturday morning. We headed up toward Stuart Falls, but I found out that we had to pay $6 to park up there by timpanogos trail and I was so bugged. I refused to pay (so dumb, looking back, but in the moment I was mad that people could make us pay them money for enjoying nature). So, Darin being the wonderfully forgiving and patient husband he is drove back down the canyon with my grumpy self and we stopped at one of the parks in the canyon. He decided we would just park there and start hiking up the mountain. I agreed since we needed to start hiking now that we were approaching 11 or 12 in the morning and the sun was definitely beaming. I just followed him up the mountain right into all the dead grass. And there we walked and walked and walked, hoping that it would get prettier at any moment (well, I hoped, but I think Darin was just enjoying the whole thing). There were grasshoppers EVERYWHERE and it was SICK cause I could feel dozens of them hitting my legs with each step. It turned out to be a fun and definitely memorable experience, but I learned my lesson. PAY THE SIX BUCKS, YOU CHEAPSKATE! We could have enjoyed a shaded and beautiful hike up to Stuart falls. Live and learn, I guess.