I don’t usually write much about my personal life. If you have followed my blog for any length of time, you will know that most of what I share revolves around technology, security, Microsoft, work, teaching, soccer, or whatever project is consuming my attention at the time. I keep some parts of my life to myself, and one of those is my personal beliefs.
They are mine, and mine alone.
I have never felt the need to broadcast them, defend them, or convince anyone else to believe what I believe. I am also not particularly interested in being judged, directly or indirectly, because of assumptions people make based on a religion, a label, or something they think they understand about me. As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, there are times when it can feel like you walk around with a target on your back. People sometimes have strong opinions about the Church, its members, or what they think we believe. Occasionally, they feel the need to tell you those opinions whether you asked for them or not. That has never really interested me.
NOTE: If you have strong opinions on what I believe, please don’t comment or try to start a debate. I will simply not respond. This post is not about that. Your personal views are yours, and mine are mine. Thank you.
I am comfortable with what I believe. My wife and I have raised our children with those same beliefs, while also teaching them that faith is ultimately something they have to understand, develop, and choose for themselves.
Over the years, we have watched that take shape in different ways. My daughter Bethan was called to serve a mission in California, and my son Joel served in Tacoma, Washington. Now we find ourselves approaching another of those moments that make you stop and reflect, as my son Aidan prepares to begin his own mission.
He will be serving a two-year mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Puebla, Mexico, spending the next two years meeting people, learning from them, helping where he can, and experiencing a completely different culture and way of life. As his dad, I am incredibly excited for him. Not because I expect him to come home as a completely different person, but because I know how much experiences like this can shape you. He will be challenged. He will have days that are amazing and others that are incredibly difficult. He will meet people he never would have met otherwise. He will learn patience, independence, resilience, empathy, and probably a great deal about himself along the way. I know that because, more than 30 years ago, I did the same thing. I left the UK and came to the United States to serve a two-year mission. In Utah, of all places. Yes, the people of Utah need missionaries too.
Those two years became an important part of who I am today. The lessons I learned about people, relationships, work, disappointment, perseverance, communication, and myself have stayed with me throughout my life. Looking back, I can see how many of those experiences shaped decisions I made years later, both personally and professionally.
Watching Aidan prepare to begin his own journey has inevitably made me think about mine. But this isn’t really a post about religion. It is about something Aidan and I decided to do before he leaves.
As his departure got closer, we realized opportunities for the two of us to disappear somewhere together for a few days were becoming fairly limited. So we took some time away from work, schedules, soccer, email, and everything else that normally fills our days. We did a 50-mile hike earlier this year in Tennessee’s Smoky Mountains. This time, however, we got on a plane and flew to Utah. The plan was ambitious. We wanted to work our way through Utah’s famous Mighty Five national parks: Arches National Park, Canyonlands National Park, Capitol Reef National Park, Bryce Canyon National Park, and Zion National Park.
Five parks. A lot of driving. A lot of hiking. Very little sleep.
And for Aidan, landscapes unlike almost anything he had seen before. Each park turned out completely different from the last. The enormous sandstone arches around Moab. The seemingly endless scale of Canyonlands. The long, remote roads through Capitol Reef. The strange orange hoodoos of Bryce Canyon. And finally, Zion’s towering walls.




















































We managed to visit all five parks, but some of the trip’s most memorable moments came from pushing a little farther beyond the obvious stops.
One of those was the drive out to the Temple of the Sun and Temple of the Moon in Capitol Reef. Getting there meant heading roughly 17 miles into the middle of nowhere, with no phone service and very little around us other than open desert and rock. We were glad we rented a Jeep Wrangler, because by the time we completed the full off-road route, we had covered about 34 miles on rough dirt roads. It was absolutely worth it.
There is something almost surreal about arriving somewhere that remote, stepping out of the Jeep, and seeing those enormous rock formations rising out of an otherwise empty landscape. No crowds, no traffic, no phone signal. Just silence, space, and some of the most breathtaking scenery we saw during the entire trip.

We also managed to get a permit to hike Angels Landing in Zion National Park, which was an experience in an entirely different way. The final section is roughly a mile round trip along the mountain’s narrow spine, with steep climbs where you hold onto chains bolted into the rock. In places, the drop-offs are very real, and you become acutely aware of exactly where you are putting your feet.
But once we reached the top, the effort was completely worth it.
Standing there looking down through Zion Canyon, surrounded by the park’s enormous cliffs, was one of those moments where photographs simply don’t do the place justice. It was breathtaking, and easily one of the highlights of the entire trip.










But the parks were only part of the reason for going.
Our trip also coincided with General Conference, which The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints holds twice a year, in April and October, in Salt Lake City.






We managed to get tickets for the Sunday session at the Conference Center, and that became another memorable part of the trip. Sitting inside a building that seats more than 21,000 people, listening to talks and music with Aidan beside me, felt very different from hiking through the national parks, but in some ways it felt surprisingly similar.
Throughout the week, we’d reach the top of a climb, find somewhere to sit, and simply stop. No phones. No rushing. No need to say much.
We would sit in silence, looking out across landscapes that seemed to stretch forever, taking in the scale of the mountains, canyons, cliffs, and desert around us.
General Conference provided a different kind of stillness. Instead of standing on top of a mountain or looking across a canyon, we were sitting among thousands of people, listening, reflecting, and thinking about life, family, faith, and what comes next. For me, that contrast became one of the things I appreciated most about the trip.
We spent one part of the week pushing ourselves physically, climbing mountains and exploring places neither of us will forget. Then we spent part of Sunday slowing everything down and reflecting. More than anything, though, I was grateful we got to experience it all together.
With Aidan about to leave for two years, there was something special about having a week where there really wasn’t much else competing for our attention. We drove, hiked, talked, laughed, got tired, saw incredible places, and occasionally just sat quietly and took it all in. Those are the moments I think I will remember most.
I am grateful that Aidan has chosen to serve a mission, and I am excited to hear about the experiences he will have over the next two years.
We had a fantastic time on this trip, but now we are getting back to normal. Back to work, schedules, soccer, emails, and the general hustle and bustle of everyday life. More importantly, we now have just a few weeks left together before he leaves at the beginning of November.
As I get older, I have come to realize that many of the things we spend so much time worrying about really are not that important. The important things are often much simpler.
Time with family. Being present. Going somewhere together. Talking. Laughing. Sharing an experience. Sitting quietly on top of a mountain and taking in the view. Making the effort to create moments that we will still remember years from now. Those are the things I know I personally need to spend more time doing, especially with the people who mean the most to me.
My wife has told me for years that the memories we make are ultimately some of the most important things in life.
The older I get, the more I understand exactly what she means. Things are just things. We can buy them, lose them, break them, replace them, and eventually forget about them. Memories are different.
They become part of the stories we tell. They remind us where we have been, who we shared those moments with, and sometimes even help shape the person we become.
This trip gave Aidan and me a lot of those memories. And with his next adventure about to begin, I am very grateful we took the time to make them.