We went camping last weekend to Granite Flats up American
Fork Canyon. Since we both had to work all of Memorial weekend I decided to
plan a camping trip the weekend before. And its a good thing we went when we
did, because the weather got stormy and this weekend is cold & wet.
I’d never really been up American Fork Canyon. Except to Timpanogos Cave. But I wanted to go camping
relatively close since we were only going for 2 nights. Granite Flats
campground is beautiful and super close to a reservoir. (like a half mile each way).
We got there on Saturday and the camping spots are first
come first serve. We drove around the whole site (there are like 65 spots) and
picked out the perfect spot!
We set up our tent & hammock, hiked to the lake to check
it out, and then made an easy/delicious tin foil dinner and roasted smores.
That night it got super cold. Soph sleeps in a kennel at home, so she was bundled up in her kennel and Mic and I were in our warm double
sleeping bag. I woke up at 1am and checked on Sophie and she was shivering so
bad in her kennel, but not crying at all. I felt so bad, and put her in the
sleeping bag with us. She warmed up quickly, but at like 5am Mic reached across
me to pet her and couldn’t feel her moving/breathing and woke me up saying “Lisa,
Soph isn’t moving...!” I heard the panic in his voice and totally thought I’d
somehow smothered/suffocated her at the bottom of my side of the sleeping bag!
I quickly scooped her out from the bottom and started shaking her- she totally
woke up and was fine, and confused about why I was shaking her. About gave me a
heart attack! Needless to say we didn’t fall back asleep. No co-sleeping for us
anymore.
Sunday we went fishing. We had to hike through part of the
shallow part of the lake to a less crowded side of the lake. The water was
freezing on my bare feet, and I kept sinking in the mud. But it was worth it to
be away from all the people/random dogs. I didn’t catch anything, just kept
getting sludge/”bottom of the lake” crap stuck on my hook. Mic caught a little
fish, and it swallowed his hook way far. He had to perform major surgery to
unhook it, and it kinda made me ill. But fortunately it survived and we were
able to release it. Good thing, because I do not eat fish… but I would’ve
forced myself to- had it died rather than just let it go to waste.
Sunday night/Monday there was no one at the campsite. Which
was kinda scary, because I guess bears are way prevalent up this canyon, and no
one would hear our screams if a bear tried to eat us. Soph even growled that
night at something in the shadows. Freaked me out. Mic teased me and said she
probably only saw a squirrel.
It was fun getting away just the two of us. I think in all the time we’ve known each
other we’ve only gone camping just us two for one night like 5 years ago, all
the other times were with friends or family.
Can’t wait to go camping again, when we go to Lake Powell.
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