My Uncle Glendon passed away this fall. He was loving, generous and so good to us as his extended family. I haven't been able to write about his funeral yet--I will, but not yet.
My sister-in-law Brodi wrote a really beautiful account of his funeral that made me cry--here's the link.
Here, I am going to write about something he created in the high desert plateau of central Utah--in Emery County, Utah to be exact. It might just be my favorite place on earth and we have been able to spend our Thanksgiving there for years and years. This Thanksgiving I was extra grateful to him for allowing us to be part of his family.
You can get to Castle Valley Ranch from I-70,
from the Moore Cutoff Road (this is a nice little drafty cottage),
and from Utah State Highway 10 that goes from Price to Emery--my favorite highway in the world and I have to drive it in the daylight. If I don't get to see the scenery in the light I get a little cranky. This is a must because when I drive out of Spanish Fork Canyon and turn on to Highway 10 the sky opens up and I feel free! With only 8 inches of precipitation a year it is incredibly dry but the flip side of that it is also ecstatically sunny!
Here is a long view of Castle Valley Outdoors--Castle Valley Lodge on right, Muddy Creek Lodge in the middle and Pioneer House on the left (hidden by trees).
Windy walk around the lake
Time to go home. I hate to go back home.
Thank you Uncle Glendon for a life well lived and great memories we all treasure.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Sometimes I get tired. This may be proved by my lack of blogging, lack of cleaning, lack of gumption and today by my lack of mascara.
When I'm tired I like to try and be inspired--on my walks here are some things that inspired me.
People who plant grasses and let them be. . .
People who put swings over sidewalks. . .
and people who don't rake their leaves. . .