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I've traveled through this canyon countless times, and some of my earliest memories are tied to it—like watching stars from the back window of our car on late-night drives. Our family's weekly routine was a grand circle: a trip down I-15 to visit my grandparents in Provo, continuing on through Provo Canyon to see the others in Heber and back down Parleys to Salt Lake. A journey we made sometimes twice a week. This familiar route has always felt like a mix of comfort and adventure.
Years later, before my brother and I had our licenses, our Grandma and Grandpa Edwards took us fishing at the Strawberry Reservoir. Just after the Park City turn-off toward I-40, Grandma, convinced she was always right, decided to pass a car. She sped into the oncoming lane, creating a terrifying game of chicken. She insisted she had the right of way, but we eventually swerved, ending up in a canal ditch.
With no cell phones, my brother and I decided to drive the rest of the way ourselves. Surprisingly, our grandparents trusted us enough to let us take the wheel. It turned out to be the most exciting and fun time we ever had with them.
I've traveled through this canyon countless times, and some of my earliest memories are tied to it—like watching stars from the back window of our car on late-night drives. Our family's weekly routine was a grand circle: a trip down I-15 to visit my grandparents in Provo, continuing on through Provo Canyon to see the others in Heber and back down Parleys to Salt Lake. A journey we made sometimes twice a week. This familiar route has always felt like a mix of comfort and adventure.
Years later, before my brother and I had our licenses, our Grandma and Grandpa Edwards took us fishing at the Strawberry Reservoir. Just after the Park City turn-off toward I-40, Grandma, convinced she was always right, decided to pass a car. She sped into the oncoming lane, creating a terrifying game of chicken. She insisted she had the right of way, but we eventually swerved, ending up in a canal ditch.
With no cell phones, my brother and I decided to drive the rest of the way ourselves. Surprisingly, our grandparents trusted us enough to let us take the wheel. It turned out to be the most exciting and fun time we ever had with them.