Saturday morning I headed out for a run and planned to meet Mark later at the trailhead in Dry Canyon. We like to go check on Porter's rock at least 2 or 3 times a year in hopes that nobody will dig it up and toss it away.
I ran to the bank for a walk-up deposit in the drive-up. That was sort of interesting with a huge truck pulling in behind me which caused me to be eye to eye with the grill of his front end. I finished my banking and then headed to the East side of the city towards Dry Canyon.
A couple miles into my run I needed a pit stop and headed to my parents home which was on the way. I visited my cute daddy who was out mowing the lawn and we had a great visit, talking about his medications and what's working and what's not. We also talked about maybe going to Bryce Canyon this Summer. I'm wanting to run the Bryce Canyon Half Marathon down there if I can find motel accommodations. So far it's been challenging finding something that would work for a big group of us.
After my visit with daddy I texted Mark to tell him I had a little side stop and that I wouldn't get to the trail head for another 15 minutes. He said that would be fine with him and that it may take him even longer to get there so I opted for another route and headed a different way for a little trail running. Eventually Mark showed up and we hiked up to Porter's sacred spot. We had never clocked the distance from the parking lot to that cliff but since I had my Garmin on I did today. It's exactly .45 to the base of the cliff.
When we got there we were a little confused at first because we couldn't see the rock out in plain sight anywhere. There was greenery all over the place and so we did a little spreading of leaves to find his rock.
We were relieved again to find it untouched and now hidden from view. HOPEFULLY it will stay untouched by the world and only be known by those who have hiked here that know Porter. After taking some photos I sat down on a rock and admired the view and then started getting emotional. I told Mark how much I hated this place because it took my Porter away from me, yet it seems like such a sacred and special place because every time I'm there I can't help but feel Porter and be reminded that Heavenly Father is in charge and He knows all and He needed my son at that time in his life and that his earthly journey was through here. I also can't help but just feel a sense of peace for Porter.
I originally was going to run home but decided to hop in the car and ride with Mark. We finished the day with a delicious meal at Wallaby's and then attended the adult session of Stake Conference. Such an uplifting experience. Cooper was asked to speak in the Sunday session and we are looking forward to hearing his talk about keeping temple covenants and how that makes us happy. He will be sharing a little about Porter as well and about temples binding families for eternity.