The Faith of a Dog

See this fence. The golf course has erected this little fence along the cart path, for some project that they are doing.

So this morning, I let the dog out, and he goes down the cliff behind our house, out on to the golf course. He generally goes on the rough and then comes back up the cliff. I wasn't feeling well this morning, and it was stormy, so I didn't wait for him, and just left the back door open so he could come in when he was ready.

After a few minutes I hear a bark. Just one. It's not his crazy I-think-the-moon-is-an-alien-spaceship-about-to-land, angry and alarmed bark. It's his "open the door, please" arf. And I'm thinking, "What the heck, there are no doors on the golf course?!" (It's early.) So I go outside and call him. I whistle and call and he barks back, just once. I can tell he's in the middle of the golf course, but it is too dark to see him, and a gale is blowing that is making my eyes water and tears are running down my cheeks. I'm freezing, so I run inside and grab a jacket and a flashlight, and go back outside and call him again. I shine the flashlight and see two glowing orbs that are his eyes. I can hardly make out the rest of him, but I can tell he's just sitting there not moving, so obviously something is keeping him from coming in. So in the middle of the gale force winds I scramble down the boulders on the cliff side, using the flashlight to see. As I get closer I can see this little fence that somehow he's managed to cross, but he can't figure out how to get back over. So he laid down and called me. As I walked toward him, he doesn't move, and I wonder if he's tangled up in the string. But, no, he's just waiting. There he is, with all four legs tucked under him, belly on the ground, ears alert, smiling at me with his body, just waiting. He knew I would come.

The faith of a dog.

I lift the string and he slides under, and we go home.

Sundance Trail Ride

Our 26th anniversary. A quick trip to the Provo night life, and a morning ride at the Sundance Stables, up Provo Canyon and the Alpine Loop. The trail was called Stewart Falls. It was pretty steep and rocky, not really for the novice rider, so I was glad we left the boys at home. I decided, too, that this is the only way to hike anywhere near Mt. Timpanogos.

You can see the Sundance Ski runs behind us on this mountain, where they've cut the trees away.

Scotty rode Willy. Will he or won't he? He will. He did. He was a good horse. Scotty was in heaven.

The colors were just beautiful. The leaves were floating down all around us, and it smelled wonderful.

Thanks for the mini vacation, Scotty. Love You!

Boat Races

We made "boats" out of junk we found around the house, and took them to the downtown water park to float them down the creek. Ian's boat is from a microwave popcorn box. He says, "I'm gonna win this race or my name's not Orville Redenbacher!"

The Competitors.

Dashed upon the waves and rocks (and the drain grate.)

The winner and still champion!

I can't believe summer is almost over

What a delight it has been to have a job that lets me have the summer off. We did a lot this summer, starting with:

Memorial day and our trip to the Grand Canyon. There was so much fog when we got there that we couldn't tell there even was a canyon, or a tree, or a shrub. So we had lunch in the Lodge and watched that fog burn up and disappear and one really awesome canyon appeared in the window. It was so deep that Ian was afraid to go out on the path to the scenic overlook. A condor flew right above us and flapped his wings right above our heads. It was so cool.

Then we went camping in Pine Valley and saw a dozen deer. It was a little colder than we expected, so I'll have to remember that for next year.

The next week we went to Park City, well really it was Midway, Utah where we stayed. But Ian had his life changing experience riding horses in Park City. He's been a dare-devil ever since. We hiked Timpanogos Caves, which nearly killed me. Note to self: don't go there next year.

Over the 4th of July, Jenny Brown and Kerrie Stone and their cousin Stephanie and family came and we had a great Independence Day celebration. The fireworks at the rodeo grounds were awesome, and my friend Erica won the country music singing competition. Woo-hoo.

The next week we traveled to Las Vegas to spend the day with Terry and Debbie at the Lazy River at the MGM. A very fun and relaxing day. Good food, lots of laughs.

Then it was time for the Mackley Family Reunion at Gooseberry Campground in Fish Lake National Forest. What memories! It was wonderful to see all the cousins, but I particularly enjoyed sharing a cabin with Jamie and Theron (and kids), and Sonya and Scott (and kids). Oh, and lets not forget, we also shared the cabin with some Olympic athletes who lived in the attic. Some kind of rodent olympians practiced their events every evening. Very entertaining! (and frightening.) And we appreciate so much Scott Poole and his efforts at serenading. I still cannot believe Theron slept through all of that.

Then we had two fun days at Lagoon. Thank Heaven for Laguna Beach, or it would have been too much to bear. The boys rode everything, and in an effort to not be too much of a stick in the mud, I rode some scary rides, too. Someday the boys will know how much I hate to go upside down, but for now, I just wanted them to have a good time.

I couldn't believe my 8 weeks was nearly up, so we had to squeeze in a hike in Zion National Park. Pine Creek is a boulder hopping hike. Or really, instead of jumping from boulder to boulder, you actually heft yourself up one side of a boulder and scramble down the other side. It is a workout. We were all exhausted.

But hard-core summer fun seeker that I am, I went to Lake Powell the next day with my husband. Paddled around in a two-person kayak for an entire afternoon. What a stud I am. Note to self: spread out the fun, and give yourself a day to recuperate.

But...

Two more days left... what can I squeeze in?

St. George

When we got home from our family reunion/Lagoon/visit to the eye doctor trip, it was a toasty 115 degrees in St. George. Nice welcome. Actually, I don't mind the heat. I unloaded the back of the Vue and hardly broke a sweat. Scotty doesn't like the heat, so I told him to leave all the stuff in the car until it got dark, and then we'd get it out. Then I got worried my make-up or hairspray might explode in the car, so I tried to sneak and get things out myself. Scotty caught me but he stayed in the garage while I ferried things in. We're a good team.

So the family reunion was a hit, Lagoon was fun (and exhausting) and the eye doctor is taking Ian out of bifocals. We'll go back in 6 months to see how the new near-sighted prescription is doing. The trick now is: is there enough correction in his glasses to help keep his eyes straight? If he doesn't need glasses we lose the ability to prevent him from crossing his eyes, so more surgery becomes a possibility. However, the doctor thinks he's holding his eyes straight on his own without the bifocal, so that's why we are going to try to make the switch. (I know what I'll be fasting for over the next 6 months.)

So Much Fun

We went on a trail ride at Park City Mountain Resort. It was so much fun. The horse guy hadn't had very many customers for several days because it has rained every day for two weeks here, so he was willing to give us a deal. I love a deal. So that was one positive.

Ian was pretty nervous since the last time he was on a horse, he was three years old. But the horse guy promised he had the perfect horse for him. And she was. Thunder was her name, but she was extremely gentle and docile and obedient and Ian had a great time. Positive number two.

I was pretty nervous, too. It's been years since I was on a horse, and I usually ride in a fenced pasture, so riding up a mountain side was a new thing for me. It was really fun. We went through pine trees and aspen groves and had to duck under tree limbs. But the horses weren't nervous or skittish. We're all ready to be horse owners again. Ian says he wants to have a horse and name it Nellie so he can say, "Whoa, Nellie!"

Camping in Pine Valley, UT

Here is our beautiful campsite in Pine Valley. It is so nice to be in the woods and SMELL the trees, even though it was a little cold. Our campsite was right next to the creek with a little waterfall. The boys had a good time shooting their bb guns and Jared tried his hand at fishing. We had lots of deer come right in to camp, as well as a wild turkey. This was probably the best camping trip I've been on, since the boys are big enough now to do alot of the work. Woot-woot.

MY PRECIOUS ONES

I came home the other day and walked in to view this:
I love it when my kids play together nicely.

COLORFUL SUMMER

Since we have moved to St. George the weather pattern has gone beserk. One summer was unusually hot. The next spring was unusually wet. This year we've have had an unusually mild beginning to our summer. The temperature has been in the low 80's everyday with lots of cloud cover. It is definitely messing with my tanning time. But I think it is making for lots of nice flowers....

I have been amazed this summer at all the flowers that are blooming around St. George. It seems that more things are blooming than ever before, and there is just lots of color everywhere you look.

People will plant these two bushes, the red one above and the white one below, right next to each other on the edge of their property, like we do lilacs in Idaho. They get rather big and it looks cool to have the colors alternating.

This plant below is my favorite. It ususally only has one spear shooting out of it, but this one has five.

The Sego Lily is the Utah flower. They have the thinnest stem holding up a lone blossom, and usually several inches or feet are between each flower. Last year the whole hillside above out house was covered with these short little flowers (probably due to the fact that it rained nearly the entire month of May.) It was beautiful.

This flower is not a Sego Lily, but it reminds me of it. Check out my action photo as a bee flew in just when I took the picture!

If you can't tell, I am enjoying my summer vacation.

Snake on the road

Here are a couple pictures of a snake I found on the road when I was out walking the dog.

I ran back home and got Jared and a box. He put the box on the ground in front of the snake, who was curious and slithered in to have a look around. I tapped him on the tail with my foot to get him all the way in the box. It worked, but the thing whipped around and hissed so loudly, and began rattling it's tail so loudly that I thought "uh-oh" maybe we got a rattler that lost it's rattle. It was three feet long and very cranky. Turns out it is a bull snake, aka gopher snake, and they like to pretend to be rattle snakes. It gave a very good impression.