Roadtrip Fix

Lately I have been cheesin to get out on the road and drive a little bit. Let Gabby stretch her legs and maybe get a little dirty. All of a sudden Liz is saying that we are heading out to the Sun Tunnels and Spiral Jetty. It has something to do with one of her art history classes but for me it is a way to get out of the city. So we pack up the truck, meet up with some of her class mates and hit the road. The first leg of the trip is to head west to Wendover, on the way we stop at the Tree of Utah. I had never seen it before, but it is basically a sculpture of a big tree just off of the highway. After a quick pit stop it was off to Wendover to see an abandoned (yet still kinda in use) airfield. Apparently the filmed Con Air there as well as a number of other films. From there we hit the Bonneville Salt Flats (that place where they attempt land speed records) and when we drove out onto the flats it was like leaving this world behind. Unfortunately I forgot to take pictures of that, but its flat and salty. You get the idea. From there it was out to the Sun Tunnels for a night of camping then off to the Spiral Jetty. Sadly a snowstorm cut the trip a little short and our time at the Jetty was brief.

Tree of Utah. Picture from http://clui.org/ludb/site/tree-utah.

Abandoned Barracks.

Target Practice.

Dave.

My Lovely Lady.

Sun Tunnel Star Hole.

Constellations.

Sun Tunnels.

Through and Through.

Rainy Morning.

Spiral Jetty Snow Storm.

A Postcard for Me?

It's good to have friends. And I am fortunate enough to have fallen into a fantastic group of friends that always keeps me on my toes. We might not be near each other geographically, but that doesn't stop us from keeping in touch. One of the things that I always enjoy are postcards, and today I received a real doozy from Miss Wanderology. Kittens on the front and a heartfelt message penned on the back. When I say heartfelt I mean she ranted about how she found the postcard for 25 cents and that it was printed in Canada. You know, the important things. That is what I love about my friends, getting way too excited over small things. From Kylie's postcard rant, Cassidy getting excited about her feet and whatever food she is eating (not at the same time probably) Jake and getting to blow bubbles at med school, Tyler being excited about whatever shenanigans we are up to at the time and Lizzy who always laughs at me because I know the words to all the songs in Frozen. (If you haven't seen it, watch it and you can thank me later) With good friends like these, we can turn any situation into good time. I just hope they know how much I appreciate that. Now, for that wacky postcard. Enjoy!

The one on the left looks like Jabba the Hutt.

The Bus Baby

You know how every now and then your brain just goes crazy and starts losing sight of all reality and all of a sudden anything is possible? If you don't know what that is like, I will do my best to describe my experience to you so you get the feeling. Ok, the other day I was driving my bus and I had this crazy idea. "What if I found a baby on the bus?" People leave stuff on the bus all the time, gloves, hats, ski poles and the like. But what if somebody just got caught up and left a baby?!? I'd have to take it in and raise it as my own and give him some awful name like Bubba and explain to him how he was found on a bus and I'm too young to be a father of a bus baby! After worrying about this for an hour or so, my fear was somewhat realized when an odd looking couple got on the bus with what you ask, a baby. A little one. Still in arms and tiny and I knew, if I was ever going to accidentally become a father it was in this moment. So from the moment these two and their baby got on the bus I was watching them. I wasn't gonna let them sneak off without that child! Luckily for me (and the child) when they got off the bus the baby went with them. I breathed a sigh of relief and went on my way. Of course I realize now that if someone left a baby on the bus that I wouldn't have to raise it, I could give it to the police, or something and it wouldn't be up to me. But for a moment there I really thought I would have to keep it like some weird roll of the dice of fate and bam! Dad. Luckily I dodged that bullet for another day, but I still get a little suspicious any time someone gets on the bus with a baby now...

The Almighty Bolo

The other day I went skiing with my padre, he was in town for two days and we decided to go to Deer Valley Ski Resort. I had told him before about the power of the Bolo Tie, but he got to witness it first hand. I will back up a smidge, by working for the City of Park City we are entitled to number of privileges. One such privilege is that we are able to check out ski passes to different resorts. The pass for Deer Valley is a Bolo Tie. I did a little bit of research on these unique passes and found out that the only way to get one is to have property in DV (multi million dollar homes) or you can straight up buy one for five grand and it acts as a season pass, but fancier. So when the lifties and other DV employees spot a Bolo they believe that you are some kind of high roller. It is oodles of fun for me. So, there we are, skiing the day away when padre loses one of the baskets on his pole. Since we are staying off of the groomers it is kind of important to have one of those. So we ski down to the nearest ski check and I take the pole in, I kindly ask if they have an extra basket lying around (flashing Bolo as obviously as possible) and the next thing you know they have three guys working on finding one! In a matter of minutes we were back on the lift laughing about our good fortune. All in all it was a grand day!
And if you think I'm kidding that it is an actual Bolo Tie, here is the proof.

Majestic

So Fancy

Lookin Good

Bolo For Life