Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Thanksgiving in Hurricane and Riding the Historic Honeymoon Trail

It seems like every year is completely different. We try new things and see new places. Here are some of the things I am grateful for and what Thanksgiving means to me:

American Heroes- Tim left last Thanksgiving to go to Afghanistan and he just returned before this Thanksgiving 

This badge means he engaged the enemy. He got shrapnel in the face is what happened when his truck was blown up and the driver killed. We love you Tim!

Beautiful Sunsets

The Turkey Bowl. Sheldon is the center. It was kind of fun to watch those big, old married guys take on the littler, single guys

My big dude brothers. Ben on the left is 6'6"

The marrieds won by the way even though the single guys had Goma who plays for the U

The land of plenty that we live in

Big, warm houses

Cousin Love

Joseph was more interested in reading the paper than eating Thanksgiving dinner

Flowers still blooming in Southern Utah


And more football

I went in to rescue my mom and dad from one little loud child and this is what I found. They didn't want to be rescued at all!

Getting together with old friends!

And having new adventures:
Riding the Honeymoon Trail on Four Wheelers
"The Honeymoon Trail had a number of points of origin, but one destination: the St. George Temple. For some, it started at the Mormon settlements in Arizona such as Snowflake and St. Johns. It crossed the Colorado River at Lee's Ferry, went through Pipe Springs and followed the winter leg of the Temple Trail on down the Fort Pierce Wash and into St. George." Utah State History Website. My dad said it took Honeymooners one week to get there and two or three weeks to get back.

But first we stopped at the Hurricane lookout which was very beautiful with all the fall colors

This is my Grandma's house where we had Thanksgiving dinner. I grew up in a house in all the trees. That house is gone and now my aunt lives in a new house there.

We could see three falls from there as well. I used to dive off the first fall all the time. It was about 25 or 30 feet high and then I would climb up the cliff face. It was a lot of fun. Eventually I dove as high as 60 feet at Lake Powell. I wouldn't recommend it to just anyone though

The first vista when we got on the trail was of Warner Valley

It reminded me of the Vermilion Cliffs by Page, AZ

There were some pretty steep and rocky parts for four wheelers. I can't imagine doing it in a wagon

If you look hard enough you can see my parents home as a little white dot. Just follow the road

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