The hike to the "M" in Manti looked fairly easy, so I packed Peter on my front, and carried Caitlin on my back, and we trudged up the hill. two hours later: no water, still no trail, extremely grumpy children, and no sign of the M. we wandered around that mountainside on every game trail there was. Finally after wanting to quit for some time we stumbled onto the M. we were so grumpy we didn't stay long -- just long enough to get a picture. Once we got back to the car we decided "M" must stand for miserable! I had blisters on my ankles that took weeks to heal.
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