How do I come up with these things. I dunno. They just come to me. Okay, so to start the blog off I refer back to my dad biking across America. They started in Kansas in the middle of September and were in Utah in early October. How often do you get the chance to bike with your old man across Utah? So, I headed down to join them in Torrey. I actually left the car in Torrey and met up with Becky who took me to where they had made it to that day, Hanksville. My older brother, Nate, had been riding with them for a couple of days and I was looking forward to biking with them all (Neil, Mel, and Nate) the next day through what I hoped would be great scenery. I was surprised at how my dad looked, skinny. He said he didn't loose too much weight, but he looked like he had. The day ahead of us was from Hanksville to Torrey, about 50 miles and a bunch of elevation. We woke up bright and early and headed out about 8am. It was nice having my Ma there to load all the Graybeards things. Nate had to scratch his itch of what it would really feel like packing all that, me not so much. It was a great morning as we headed out.
Three butts on the road.
The dudes at the famous middle of no where famous bakery.
White trash political signage.
Entering Capitol Reef.
Its hard to see but there are mountain sheep in this picture. I thought this was the end of the road for Neil.... he loves big horn sheep.
This is the craziest tree I have ever seen.
All in all it was a fun and meaningful trip for me to do with my dad. I was going to ride the next day up to Boulder and Escalante, but the weather turned nasty and the Graybeards decided to hold up for another day for things to clear out a little. It was Gen Conf so I didn't mind heading home early to be with the fam.
(kjerstine writing)I had a girls weekend with my crazy sisters and Clint had a sleep over with the boys in the living room. A was so excited that he packed up his back pack and headed for the living room. After I got back A kept asking me when I was going to have another trip so he could do it all agian.The boys in their bags.
We headed up to Snowbird to ride the tram and see the views.
A on the tram
N was so funny when we went over the bumps, he would hug Clints head super tight.
Me with the boys on top on the mountain.
Looking over the bridge.
We got our pumpkins this year at our friendly neighborhood pumpkin patch. A had to find the perfect pumpkin, and found about ten. We carved them monday night. A wanted a really scary one, N was not feeling well and slept through the whole thing. T is going to be a fire fighter this year so he wanted to carve a fighter fighter fighter.
Getting ready to carve pumpkins.
I love carving pumpkins. (sarcasm implied.)
However Clint loves carving pumpkins... No sarcasm implied!!!
Poor N it was his turn to not feel good.
The boys and me with the finished products. Except for Clints masterpiece he was still working on.
A and the pumpkins, his is the scariest one.
Clint rocked the house with his masterpiece. (clints words)