A day of rest in East Canyon Utah - June 1, 2016

I can't help but think of my parents this day that long ago two teenagers promised to love each other forever, and did. It was not a marriage made in heaven. They were so different and had many heated discussions. I used to think that was a bad thing. I didn't realize how it meant they were still communicating and wanted the other to know their feelings and thoughts, even when they disagreed. My mama was a very popular girl with the boys, even at 15, when they met. My daddy spent a fearful and lonely year and a half in Japan and they wrote the sweetest letters to each other. They married when he returned. It meant a lot to him that she was so faithful to him. She never knew the faithfulness he showed her when she was fading away with Alzheimer's, but she never lost the glow in her eyes when he came into the room. Their marriage was a rare gift to them and to us. I hope that my children see the same in their parents. We've had hard times like anyone else, but Kerry is still my best friend; and to travel with him as we are is an unmerited but appreciated gift.

This place is so peaceful. The sun is bright but there is a pretty constant breeze that gives it a tranquility and respite from the heat. The sounds of birds mix with prairie dogs, cows and sheep. It is strange to look down at this beautiful lake surrounded by mountains and hear the bleating of sheep and the lowing of cattle. I have been able to sit quietly for long periods of time, something Kerry is quite grateful for. When we stopped for gas and ice at Grumps, the hopping place in town, or as Kerry said, the only hop in town, I told the pregnant woman there that I thought Utah might be the most beautiful state in the country... and she said she thought Oregon beat it. I admitted that I had not seen Oregon yet, but that I was on my way. I told her it was the variety of mountains that had struck me so. She said she needed more green and that it could get muddy in the summer. I deferred to her greater knowledge.

Not much to write about in the event realm, but what a place to be boring. I hope to put some "history" pictures in as soon as I have enough internet time to move them to the computer.

p.s.  No mountain lions but Kerry saw an eagle sweeping low over the prairie dog holes this morning. I think prairie dogs may be like rabbits, best as food. I forgot to mention the tame but living in the campground white rabbit at our last campground. It was kinda surreal. It just hung out on the grounds with no fear in spite of the presence of many dogs. And it was also huge, about the size of a bobcat. Maybe that's why it was unafraid.