Tom and I have started our lower 48 adventure. Just wanted to make a quick post aimed at our non Utah followers.
Our travels thru Canada and Alaska gave us beautiful vistas of mountain after mountain after mountain. Mother nature is a remarkable force. But I wanted to share one of our local mountains.
When you grow up with something in your own back yard it tends to become common place and filters to the back of your mind. The Rocky mountains thru Utah, referee to as the Wasatch Front, are great and one of my favorites is Mount Timpanogos. So here is a picture and a version of her legend. I hope you enjoy....
Long ago, there were Indians that lived on Timpanogos. Every year they gave a sacrifice to the great god Timpanogos.
One year it was very dry, and the Indians thought the great god was angry with them.
The Chief had a young daughter who was very beautiful and of age to be chosen as the sacrifice. All the young girls in the tribe were blindfolded and given an opportunity to choose a pebble from a pottery dish. The chief's daughter, Utahna, chose the black pebble. It was her fate to go atop the mountain and be the sacrifice.
All of her tribesmen were sad and they wanted someone else to go instead. But, she bade her friends goodbye and ascended the mountain, winding her way towards the highest peak.
When she reached the top, she knelt in prayer. Begging for rain, with her arms outstretched, she made her plea to the God of Timpanogos. A handsome young brave had watched her and followed her to the top. "Please do not jump!" Red Eagle said. Utahna thought Red Eagle was the Great God of Timpanogos. He led her to a cave and there they lived for many years. As time went by the two fell in love.
One day Red Eagle was attacked and injured by a bear. Because he was hurt, Utahna knew he was not the Great God of Timpanogos. She cared for him until he got well, then she left one morning to ascend the mountain and complete her sacrifice.
When the sun was up, she stretched out her arms and leaped to the crags below. Realizing too late where she had gone, the young warrior found and gathered her broken body in his arms and carried her to the cave. In the cave their two hearts were made into one, as we see in the Great Heart of Timpanogos.
If you look closely at the mountain, people say you can see an outline of Utahna lying on the top of Mount Timpanogos.
One year it was very dry, and the Indians thought the great god was angry with them.
The Chief had a young daughter who was very beautiful and of age to be chosen as the sacrifice. All the young girls in the tribe were blindfolded and given an opportunity to choose a pebble from a pottery dish. The chief's daughter, Utahna, chose the black pebble. It was her fate to go atop the mountain and be the sacrifice.
All of her tribesmen were sad and they wanted someone else to go instead. But, she bade her friends goodbye and ascended the mountain, winding her way towards the highest peak.
When she reached the top, she knelt in prayer. Begging for rain, with her arms outstretched, she made her plea to the God of Timpanogos. A handsome young brave had watched her and followed her to the top. "Please do not jump!" Red Eagle said. Utahna thought Red Eagle was the Great God of Timpanogos. He led her to a cave and there they lived for many years. As time went by the two fell in love.
One day Red Eagle was attacked and injured by a bear. Because he was hurt, Utahna knew he was not the Great God of Timpanogos. She cared for him until he got well, then she left one morning to ascend the mountain and complete her sacrifice.
When the sun was up, she stretched out her arms and leaped to the crags below. Realizing too late where she had gone, the young warrior found and gathered her broken body in his arms and carried her to the cave. In the cave their two hearts were made into one, as we see in the Great Heart of Timpanogos.
If you look closely at the mountain, people say you can see an outline of Utahna lying on the top of Mount Timpanogos.
Here's an image of her heart and an pro image of Mount Timpanogas.
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