Box therapy?

Sunday I was afraid the HB wouldn’t want to leave the house with our new TV just sitting there. But prior to the purchase he’d already committed to a hike in the canyons to see the fall colors. He drove all the way up Big Cottonwood while we listened to Uh Huh Her—my latest new band discovery—and while the nauseating curves slowly consumed me. But soon we were at Guardsman Pass and looking down on Park City. We hiked around, finding ourselves at the top of a ski resort. After climbing into the lift seats for pictures we walked through the ski patrol shack and onto the metal catwalk that went through the trees behind it and which culminated in an empty cedar box. After taking turns inside the box--remember the blanket therapy in the movie "I Heart Huckabees?"--we went down the canyon to do a little walk along the Lake Blanche trail. By then I felt totally refreshed. It was much cooler in the canyon, and the colors were insanely vibrant. Last time I hiked this trail was just after getting married and I split my knee open, getting my first stitches ever. I"m madly in love with the trail though. It felt great to be out and I may have a new favorite pic of the HB.