Gatorade in the Baby's Bottle

Treking into the Utah clouds up to a gin clear lake in Big Cottonwood Canyon, I am reminded of a statement in a recent NPR interview with a Utah native, " We are born into the athletic caste. Our first bottles are filled with Gatorade."

I think for some residents in this state, that statement might hold true. While hiking, ROF and I were passed by packs of polite mountain bikers, a few surly marathoners, and two greying Leki pole users. At Dog Lake,our day's destination, a toddler was padding along in the alluvial mud. Her model thin mother scooped her up and told me, " This is her third time up here."

I didn't check the bottle.