A quick trip (with my brother Boyce and his sweet wife Kathy) to northern Utah for the funeral of a much loved older cousin became for me a journey full of memories from childhood mixed with meeting some amazing and wonderful new people. I had been told there would be no time to stop for photos, so many of these were taken at full speed going down the road while my brother drove. We saw some gorgeous fall colors, and I always love the red rock country. At this point I just have time for a quick check in and wanted to leave you with some visuals from along the way. More will come after I get home!
OREGON:
Into Idaho:
and finally UTAH:
AND MOUNT CARMEL, where my mother grew up and saw this view every day! the first one was driving by on the way down, the second and third were a sunrise climb up the hill behind Aunt Mary’s house.
We got to spend one night at my Aunt Mary’s who somehow got a lot older in the years since I saw her… and she lives in the tiny town of Mount Carmel, Utah, where my Mother grew up on the family farm along the highway. The old home built by Grandpa Hyrum Stevens, where he and Grandma Mabel May raised their 11 children. Mom was the middle of the batch and was a good milker of cows, often borrowing her brothers overalls to ride the horse out to take lunch to her brothers watching the cattle.
The white cone in all three photos is Sugar Knoll, and mom talked about climbing that knob.
