Often, my thoughts go back to early times in my life and to memories I have of my grandparents, parents, brother, sisters, children, and other family members. In addition to memories, I also have read, or been told, stories of ancestors. Many of these stories that have made an impression on my life in some way. I have been wanting to write down my stories of these people who are so dear to me. So, I got the idea to create a blog for that purpose. Whether it will be of value to anyone else, I don't know. But, it is important to me to get them written down.

Sunday, October 8, 2017

A Favorite Vacation

When I was a child, we didn't go on big vacations like disneyland or Hawaii or places like that.  However, we did go away to SunValley almost every year. We also went camping and fishing quite a bit.  I think my favorite vaction was when we went to Yellowstone National Park when I was about nine years old.  We rented a cabin near Old Faithful Geyser.  I loved walking on the boardwalks and seeing all the bubbling hot pots and spouting geysers.  My dad, brother and I hiked up a trail and we had a great lookout way above Old Faithful Geyser.  We sat there and watched the eruption.  It was pretty fun.
We also saw a lot of bears as we drove through the park.  We would stop and look at them, but we never got out or unrolled the windows.  (too dangerous)  We also saw moose and deer.  One time we walked right out into a meadow where two deer were grazing.  I also remember that Corinne was just a toddler and we had to watch her carefully so she wouldn't wander into or fall off the boardwalk into any hot pools.
One cool think I always have remember about that trip was that we went to church that Sunday at an LDS branch in (or near) Yellowstone.  We just wore our jeans, since we did not bring Sunday clothes, and I was surprised to learn that it was okay.  It helped me to understand going to church and partaking of the Sacrament was the important thing.  Almost everyone there were visitors.    There was a group of scouts there who had ridden there bikes all the way from Salt Lake City.
One not so great thing was that my mom and dad decided to take the scenic route home.  My brother and I were playing (and probably fighting) in the back seat.  They kept telling us to look out the window at different sites.  Being a child, it did not seem that great, mostly boring.  (I would kind of like to take that route now however)