Thinking back a few years about a challenging hike

Piferhorn Peak up Cottonwood Canyon toward Alta. Take a right turn half way up and go South (this is the beginning of about a 20+ mile hike) over a mountain, up a mountain and into this meadow. Then climb up to the top of the peak and you can see Timpanogos to the South and the Great Salt Lake to the North and West. Worth thinking back about. I found a picture of a couple of friends standing on the very top rock that I took when we made it to the top. Mike was with us. This was a challenging hike.

Seems like that flower is alone?, sort of

Like a lot of daily blogs this picture was probably used before, somewhere along the line of 550 or so blogs over the last few years. I am pretty sure Mr Z took the flower picture. It is in our back yard in the "garden could be grown" area. I remember today looking through some boxes in the garage and noticing a flower like this in one of the boxes that had some other flower type items. Yellow is a good color for a flower......................................... at least I would like to make that claim in this "overview of a Friday night at around 8:59 or so".

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I am currently reading a book about a bookstore and book addict which is of course a lot like a number of books I have read but this one is one I am enjoying right now. I have finished a couple of others in the last few weeks. I wonder how much we really learn from all the books we read? I was looking at a picture of myself and my brother when I was probably around 10 or 11 years old. I wondered what it was that I knew then that I still know now? Did I have an awareness of what the world was really like or who I was and how I might fit into the world or what I could gain from my time from the world then? Did I understand how important it would be to just do my best. To get up and try again. To care for and about family. In some ways I think I may have. Did those thoughts exist then or did they grow from then to now or were they just added along the way? How have those perceptions or convictions or just thoughts then changed over all this time? Did reading change or add to those thoughts or what changed or added to it them most? I think probably the greatest knowledge comes from interactions with others. On the other hand reading is often about presentations and expanded interactions with others in a way. Maybe reading is just another side of life? Still you learn what works and what doesn't by doing. On the other hand reading about others isn't all bad in that it saves some pain. Then of course it offers some joy but maybe a lessor version of joy.

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How exactly did that guy grow up? Then again what is next?

Rain

Rain

Saturday Stuff

Good Saturday it was. Too walks with a couple of fine folks. Worked on the outdoor water hose outlet issue with another fine neighbor friend. Did some serious home R&D on a special sandwich for lunch. Put up a drape rod and a wall shelf with some help from my friend. Sort of finished the day off watching a good movie on the tube. Might now have to work on finishing the book I am reading. Finished one this week already. This morning when I was out for a walk with my friend we both saw shadows on the wall with the nice looking guy on the left kissing the one on the right. Hope she posts that picture. She does carry her camera.

Wonder if we can go back, course in a prior blog I went back to this house and some similiar thoughts, or if we do go back when we remember??

My dad was born in 1914 and grew up in this house.

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The one room smaller house behind it had a coal stove and a bed and lots of storage shelves and was used more in the summer. In front of the smaller house and behind this house was a water pump that one could, and I did on occasion, pull pumping water out of the ground. Off to the right a ways was a out-house, and off to the right a shorter ways was a small creek. If you followed the creek up the field from in back of the house far enough, East to the hills where the spring came out, you could find crayfish in the water. In the summer the water from the creek could be diverted to flood the larger front lawn area. The trees in the summer were full of leaves and blocked the view of the house some. I remember being on the porch in the summer. The nearest neighbor was about 1/2 a mile or more away. I remember the "fire flies" at night. In front of the house was a two lane road, actually the main highway to Salt Lake, and across the road from the house were areas fenced in with a cow barn and chicken coop area. A few horses and pigs were there also. Seems like a pretty simple place for two folks to raise 4 boys and 3 girls. All seemed to be fine people and later had fine families of their own. I recall my dad never had any interest in living on a farm after having left it.

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Makes you wonder why I keep going back even if it is just a mental trip.

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I remember going to this house often as I grew up. Watching my Father working to re cover this roof and regularly helping with things around the house when his parents were a lot older.

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Time spent, now remembered, visiting and helping then. Good Folks.....................................

Fall Again

Saturdays are good days for walks, and or runs, and today I went on a walk twice. One earlier with KJ and another after with MJ. Great weather and sky. Earlier we saw some balloons off in the distance. The air is crisp and the feel of fall is great.

Fall

Fall is worth having. Good colors on the trees, balloons in the sky, not to hot and not too cold. Course without change there would be no butterflies which is what it says on a little magnet picture next to my computer so it must be true. Today was the second day of General Conference. Good messages. One speaker mentioned that folks stand sometimes to tell everyone that they love their family but don't do it face to face and in their own home. The implication of telling everyone this in conference was that is that they should tell their families these things face to face and that would be even better. Good message. I recall my own Father seemed in some ways too quiet and reserved to be telling us all that but then again I do remember a lot of times that he did tell me that he loved me. Then again he loved our Mom and all of us and his life did indeed show that.