Butchery

Anyone notice the quality of tree-pruning in the Century 21 Warden picture?

This is almost like "I Spy" or "Where's Waldo?"

Bear Lake

You know, there's a funny thing about Bear Lake. You'd think that, as it's called "Bear" Lake, it would be a place where bears might live. But you'd be wrong if you thought this. Unless bears like sandy beaches and sage brush, there's not a single place around Bear Lake that might sustain an actual bear. I wonder what they were thinking when they named it...Anyway. We went camping this weekend at (yes, you guessed it) Bear Lake with some friends in our ward. Our trip was full of adventures, such as when we arrived at our reserved campsite and it had been stolen by a family with a tent the size of our house. Then we tried to steal a campsite that belonged to some Mexicans, and ended up with the only campsite that hadn't been camped in since the bulldozer came through and roughed up all the surrounding terrain.

Saturday we went and played in some ice caves (that Trav didn't think would be cold enough to warrant wearing a sweatshirt) and swam in a freezing cold lake that had a slightly sketchy looking rope swing (pictured to the right). Our friend Josh's cadillac even overheated on the way down the windy dirt road into the "civilization" known as Paris, Idaho (did I mention that the ice cream joint in town has pictures of Paris, France all over it and Trav wondered why?) We wrapped up our camping with an evening feast of dutch oven chicken 'n dumplings and peach cobbler on the beach of Bear Lake. De-lish. It was so tasty that we're actually making another batch as we speak on a bed of coals on the sidewalk.


I neglected to mention that before we arrived at our campsite, we had the pleasure of going horseback riding at our friend Josh's brother's house in Logan. All was well until the horse I was riding decided that she was too excited to go home to simply trot- she wanted to run. So run she did. As I tried to rein her in, she simply went faster. And then faster. Finally giving up the idea of slowing her down, I did what any logical person in my situation would have done- leaned forward like a jockey, grabbed a handful of mane and held on for dear life. This, of course, only encouraged my dear mare to go even faster. To my trepidation we were rapidly approaching the electric fence, and I feared she meant to jump. Luckily, she came to a screeching halt instead of jumping, and I survived to tell the tale. Exciting, eh?

Jaime's Kitchen

The "stuff" in our kitchen is lanolium, it just has a raised tile pattern. It was an upgrade when we bought the house but is just the basic. Look into tile because it is easy to do, only it can crack a little kids head.

Erik