Penny is our 7 month old shih-tzu (here she is with Brooke):
Penny has a nose for beef:
Penny lets you know when she doesn’t want to be moved:
Penny sleeps on her back and snores like a trucker:
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Brooke was invited by an old friend (as old a friend as an 11 year old can be) to hike Mount Timpanogos last Saturday. While we didn’t make it to the saddle or peak, we did make it all the way to the upper meadow just below the saddle. What a great little hiker! Here are some photos and video clips.
A little stinging nettle. If you’re in the hills and feel like you
have to go potty, these leaves are a great choice to help you
eliminate that desire.
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A medely of trickles.
We made it to Scout Falls.
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The cliffs of insanity.
A well-worn stump.
Here’s the slope up to Pika Cirque that Ana and I took in 2005. It was still covered in snow at the end of September that year.
Sassy!
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Girls and dads (but me).
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Looking north to Little Cottonwood Canyon ridge.
Tiny spheres of rain trapped in the leaves (view the full size).
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Mountain Brooke.
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Scott & Brooke.
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So close and yet so far.
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Brooke, Emily, & Katherine
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This is how Mark and I spent Presidents Day this year, and how we should spend it every year.
Here’s an alternative link for those of you who’ve had trouble viewing it:
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Ratatouille: Because I’m a cook
When you find your calling in life, you’re good to go.
What a pretty place! We’re at Smith & Morehouse reservoir in the Uintahs for a family-style reunion. I’ve got my handy camera, taking a great shot of the scenery. “Hey guys, turn around.”
The cold water made my entire body go rigid and I could barely speak for about 10 seconds. That’s me going “ok….. get over to the shore…. hang on… to the…” and Ana finishing “canoe” (I didn’t hear her and eventually said “boat” myself I think). After another 5 seconds I began to speak normally again, trying to keep everybody (including myself) calm.
We actually did make it to shore a few minutes later, scissor-kicking and tugging the canoe with us. Another canoe wasn’t far from us and grabbed a paddle and flip-flop we’d abandoned. I pulled the canoe to the beach and dumped the water out of it and we paddled back to the rest of our family. I kept the camera above water the entire time and there was no ultimate damage to it (the CCD got a little wet but dried in a few hours). Ana’s cell phone is still drying out, former functionality TBD.
You might think this pose is pretty intimidating:
But when you get closer:
Here he is dribbling and passing off to a teammate:
It really looks like this everywhere we go (west of the turnpike, of course). It’s gorgeous.
This is what this morning looked like outside my hotel window:
I have to congratulate my son Ashton. This is his first year swimming on the Pleasant Grove swim team and in the county meet in Payson he took first place in his division (Boys 11-12) in the butterfly! No record breaking times, but 53.93s is not bad for a newbie. Way to go son!
Ducard: You are stronger than your father.
Bruce: You didn’t know my father!
Ducard: But I know the rage that drives you: that impossible anger strangling the grief until the memory of your loved one is just poison in your veins. And one day you catch yourself wishing the person you loved had never existed, so you’d be spared your pain.