The Homestead Crater

A warm water hot spring inside a 55 foot high calcite dome less than an hour from my house? What else is there around here that I don't know about?

I needed a little adventure so my friend Nina suggested we take a dip in the crater. The water is azure blue, 65 feet deep and about 90 degrees. We were there with a few scuba divers, some of whom had traveled from a few states away just to dive in the crater.

We think it had magical healing powers as well. Everyone had softer hair and smoother skin after a dip.

We all enjoyed our little, cousin adventure to Bear Lake.

Kittens played in the turquoise-ish water while the mom's mostly read.

We drove a little past the Idaho border which made the trip seem like a bigger vacation because we went out of state. My cousin Anne really loved Idaho.

We stopped at the zoo in Logan, Ut. where we were wowed by the albino porcupine.

It was cute but our favorite might have been the rocks. We liked them so much that we bought some paint and made our own at lake.

On the way back from the lake we paid to visit the zoo, one more time.

My newly painted pet rocks came with us. When I saw them looking longingly at the others like them, I knew what I had to do.

Luckily the fence wasn't electric. I think they'll be happy there.

The Yard Sale

They said, "Oh please let us stop at that super big yard sale for just and minute." So we stopped and let the curious teen-cats check it out.

Next thing we knew we were handing kittens cash like we were working at a drive-thru window.

I really liked the corsage they thoughtfully purchased but I wasn't so sure about the pile of purchases we brought home.

I have to say that phones make for great car entertainment, who knew? And why not start a holiday mug collection?

About five years ago, I had a little situation with a cougar/rock that resulted in me sliding down a mountain on my knees. Ever since then, my knees hurt walking down stairs, sitting in a movie or on a plane and if I run or jump. I've avoided seeing a doctor because I haven't had a time slot available to recover from surgery. I'll take the pain. That was until a few days ago when I woke up and couldn't walk. Not walking is the same as recovering so I tracked down my injury consultant Uncle Lou and got the name of a doctor to call.
I felt a little awkward in the waiting room. Nobody told me that I was supposed to wear a tracksuit to my appointment. Where does one buy a tracksuit? I've got to pick one up.
The good news was that after goofing around with my knees, he suggested I try rigorous physical therapy first. I wanted to jump up and down but I couldn't because my knees hurt.
I was in the PT's office a day later. I expected some physical therapy-like activities, maybe lifting weights or pulling on some big rubber bands. I didn't do any of those things. After my consultation, someone pasted these little wires to my thighs and then proceeded to shock me. I was wrapped in a warm blanket, the lights turned off and...shocked. Yes indeed, enough electric volts to make my legs jump and shake like a cartoon. The PT seems competent but I don't get why electrocuting me helps. The next phase was fancy ultra-sound rays and goo on one knee while the other leg got a massage. It really wasn't what I expected. I have homework for which I had to borrow Dan Barney's rolling pin.

18 Years

We totally still look the same. Well...maybe not so much. I'm wearing the same shirt and that's about it. It was hard to find pants that I could hike up on my waist for this photo. I really think Dan should think about sporting 21 Jump Street hair again.

For our anniversary Dan bought me this "Wife" pin to wear, lest I forget my job. He also gave me this hand-carved ivory necklace, carved in 1910 that sort of looks like him. I love them both.

We went back to the place where we got married this weekend. We cracked ourselves up reminiscing about being little kids thinking we were so old. Sheesh...little did we know.

Day Trip

Goblin Valley