Be warned…lots of photos coming up!
Math story problem:
Matt was going on a Boy Scout high adventure trip to Idaho for a week at the end of June.
My sisters were going to be in Utah that same week for their 30-year high school reunion.
My mom’s 70th birthday was during that same week.
The kids hadn’t been to Loa to visit Grandma and Grandpa for too long.
Surprise road trip…me, by myself, driving to Utah, with three kids. Only logical, right?
It was actually a really smooth trip and a pleasant drive. The last day of school was June 18th, and on the 20th, we were on our way. We stopped to stay in Boise the first night before driving the rest of the way the next day. We spent the night in Bountiful with my awesome aunt and uncle, and stayed up WAY too late talking to my Aunt Nonnie. So fun to catch up with one of my favorite people! The next day on the way out of Salt Lake, we stopped at my friend’s wildly successful gourmet cookie shop before heading to Provo. The kids were cute little good sports while we walked around BYU campus on a HOT day.
We pulled into Loa late that afternoon, and I regret not having my camera with me. Mom and Dad weren’t home because I later found out they were cleaning the church. Being small town USA, their doors were unlocked and we came in and waited, and waited, and waited. The suspense was killing me, and I was constantly keeping the kids away from the big front window so as to not spoil the surprise. Seth got the alphabet blocks from the toy box and started building something on the kitchen table. I saw Mom and Dad’s truck pull into the yard and told Seth to run into the living room with me for our big surprise. I didn’t think about the blocks on the kitchen table, and when they came in the kitchen door, the conversation went something like this:
Dad: Um, well have you started playing with blocks now?
Dad: How did these blocks get here?
Mom: Well, I’m sure I don’t know. What in the world??
Me and the kids yelling from the living room: Surprise!
Boy, that would have been a priceless photo had I thought to have my camera. They were SO surprised and had no idea, especially since I’d parked the van at the barn across the street. I love surprising people, and they kept saying, “I can’t believe you’re here!” And of course, Mom kept saying how she hadn’t cleaned the house yet, but those of you who know her, have you EVER seen her house dirty?
The next day was Saturday, so we helped them with some yard work.
Terilyn and Gerilyn (with Cardon cousins) came a couple of days later to celebrate Mom’s birthday. Here she is showing her baby book to her granddaughters.
Fun with cousins Hyatt and Hannah:
Time for birthday celebration! I stitched this “Quilter’s Psalm” wallhanging for Mom, and I think she liked it!
Look at my pretty Mama! Seventy years YOUNG.
Random snapshots of Peter with his favorite kitchen tool and his favorite time of day…bottle time with Grandpa:
That night was the great night crawler hunt. Dad put the sprinkler on the lawn during the day so the ground would be nice and soft for those big suckers to break through to the surface. With flashlights and plastic cups in hand and our quietest voices, we set out after sundown to find and grab enough to take fishing the next day. I haven’t done that in a LONG time. It’s cool and gross and fun all at the same time. We were overzealous and caught more than the bait box could handle, so I think Dad ended up putting some back around the lawn. Here’s Seth: Look what we did! Molly June the kitty: What the???
We got up the next day and drove up to Cook Lake, the same one we fished at during our family reunion 3 years ago. It’s so high up there that the air physically feels thinner, but it’s secluded, peaceful and so beautiful! See what I mean?
Grandma made Lydia a homemade fishing pole out of a stick and some fishing line. So cute!
Peter was a champ, either hanging out in the backpack…
…and even took a good little nap out in the wilderness on the big camp quilt.
Grandma’s getting the little ones started early!
We drove to Manti a couple of days later for some swimming and the Mormon Miracle Pageant, and then it was already time to make the trek back home. One last photo with Grandma and Grandpa before heading out.
We drove from Loa to Bountiful and spent the night again with the Sannars after a late-night trip to Nielsen’s Frozen Custard with just Aunt Nonnie, Terilyn, Gerilyn, and me. The next day, I planned on driving to Pendleton, Oregon, spending the night there and driving the rest of the way home the next day. We rolled into Pendleton around 5:30. Miraculously, I was still feeling pretty energetic, kids were OK and not melting down, and it was actually only about 4 more hours to home. Soooo, I decided to go for it and drove the whole way from Bountiful to our house in one day. I’m glad I decided to do it because we not only saved money from not staying in a hotel, but I got to sleep in my own bed a day earlier than planned, and when I woke up the next morning, I was already home! What a great trip and awesome start to the summer!