We were a little tired of the cold and the dirty inversion air, so this morning we took a trip to
Goblin Valley and
Little Wild Horse Canyon. I had been there a couple of times before, but Kelly never had. We hiked around, enjoyed the views and spent some time just soaking in the sun.
Kelly worshiping the sun gods that have long been absent from Provo

Soaking in some sun and learning about the Masons at the same time

Little Wild Horse Canyon

I've seen
this little cemetery in Spanish Fork canyon a million times as we go to and from Denver. We finally decided to stop and check it out on the way home. Not too much going on here for the last 100 years. Most of the graves were covered by snow but I signed the guest register and looked around for a few minutes.