The Weekenders

I am now confident that if I were to run a marathon over the course of a weekend, I could do it. Though I haven't, I sure feel like I spent the weekend running around, huffing and puffing. But in the whirl of it all, I did manage to have a great time.

We spent the regrettable occasion of Natalie turning 30 at my cabin, in Midway. It was truly a blast, and a great way to blaze the trail for all the others of us turning 30 in the upcoming months. We discovered new species, ate kabobs, opened presents relived horrible moments in our past, ate rainbow cake and dug 1973 Jeeps out of ditches. Splendid times.

It was nothing but the luxury of Fall.

If ANYONE knows what this spider/grasshopper/potatobug/alien is, please contact me.

ANSWER: Jerusalem Cricket.

This cake was kind of the bane of my existence.

Our southerners.

Our welcomed new-comers.

Our islanders.

Our birthday girl.

Our fat dog.

Our skinny dog.

Our twins.

Our dog-lover.

Our hair-cutter.

Our candle-lighter.

Our wish-maker.

My masterpiece.

Josh's masterpiece.

Jeep getting stuck story: Josh, Jon and Jason decided to skip off for a minute to go four-wheeling in the Jeep (Mind you, we may be driving it, but it is not OUR Jeep..) I guide them of where to go to find a fun trail, and they disappear for a couple of hours. The sun began to nestle itself deep in the west, and I called them to see when they'd be back. Josh informed me in a high, squeaky voice that they were "stuck." Debating on whether it was serious or not, we decided to accept Tyson's generous offer to take his f350 up to see if he could help. I went with him to tell him where to go. The path quickly became narrow, being that the 350 was HUGE. We kept going further, and honking to see if we were close, but they could never hear us. Once the path was nearly impossible to get through, I started hiking in the pitch dark with my wee little flashlight to find them. They hiked down to Tyson's truck and we all took turns holding back trees so Tys could get through. Eventually we made it to the Jeep- which you see above, tucked in the mega-deep ditch. Turns out, the 4-wheel drive button is in the glove box. So they switched that on, cut down some trees, planted some logs in the ditch, hitched up the tow, and Tyson mightily pulled the Jeep out to safety.

Yep. The Jeep's OK.

Fairview, UT

(I hadn't heard of it either..)

This weekend we took a family trip up to one of Joshs's partners' cabin in Fairview. Despite our efforts to gather a group to go up to this nice, accommodating cabin, it turned out to be just the three of us. Nevertheless, we had a blast, and spent most of our time on the ATV exploring the surroundings, doing our best not to bother "Sherm" the neighbor. Or the sheep we kept running into.

At first it took us a while to find some good trails, but we ended up taking a good hour trip up a mountain to the skyline, and it was beautiful. Jack was an absolute trooper, bouncing around on that ATV. He calls it, lovingly, the "motor."

I also got some excellent star shots after our marshmallow roasting session in the fire pit. There were millions and millions of stars, and my camera in fact caught more than my naked eye. So here is a taste of "Fairview" and we invite you all to come up next time.

(Love it up there with those leaves)

(Some cliffs we rode by)

(Jack loved the "motor" but had frequent stops, due the lasix)

(Some views from the skyline trail)

(A picture Jack took)

(Our picnic spot)

(Thank heavens for camera timers)

(The view from the trail when we finally realized we were getting somewhere)

(All those stars)

(Sheep- looking at us menacingly)

(Some surprisingly clear water)

(This is not the cabin. The cabin has doors and windows..)

(Our source of fun)

(the source of my fun..)

Seriously, come with us next time.