Thanksgiving and More

My niece Robyn needed a new location for a photo shoot with some clients.

She offered me dinner if I could escort her to THIS PLACE.

However, upon arriving at the bast of the mountain, we were greeted with a padlocked gate and a sign --



So we boogied up a different side canyon where there was a delightful trail running next to a river.

Fallen leaves were scattered along our way.



Winter is definitely approaching.

Yet, around a bend, there are a few trees with a dashes of color,

and deep red shrubbery lining the river.

Thanksgiving came once again. My brother and sister were playfully FIGHTING over me.
That was way cool.
For years and years and more years, I hosted enormous crowds of family and friends for Thanksgiving.
This year, it was gratifying to be the honored guest who showed up with a couple of side dishes and a smile.

Here's another Thanksgiving worth remembering . . .

My Kelty . . . just a babe.


My Leah . . . brimming with pixie charm.


And, finally, my Arian with his cousin Ross.

This shot of the hugging cousins really touches my heart. The truth is, they really consider each other to be brothers. As they grew up, they skied and mountain biked and camped together. They even chose each other as college roommates. Their wives had two daughters and one son. Their first babies were born within a month of each other. So were their second babies. So were their third ones. Do the brother-cousins plan these things out?

Anyhow, that Thanksgiving hug illustrated a relationship that would hold strong for over three decades.

Heck! They even managed to talk their wives into a 15 mile backpacking trip with their first babes along for the ride. (They are good talkers.)

Don't you just love Arian's hat hair?


Anyhow, that Thanksgiving hug illustrated a relationship that would hold strong for over three decades.



This THANKSGIVING morning, I saw a certain little bush for the 1000th time,
and high time I shared it with those of us who are facing The Dark Season.

It brightly greets me every time I go from the house to our detached garage.

All my trees have lost their leaves. But this little bush blazes on, crowned with maroon-colored berries!

We've had two snowstorms and yet there's ONE little plant which refuses to acknowledge winter.

I am thankful that my life is graced with such awe-inspiring beauty.

(AND,in case you haven't noticed, I deeply love where I live.)

The Zoo

Photo courtesy of Deseret News - HOGLE ZOO

I've had charge of my granddaughter Audrey for a few days while my son has been in Utah working with investors from Malaysia. Bringing Miss A back to Utah was a last-minute decision - a good one.

Monday was simply a gorgeous day. When I saw (via emailed video shots) that my daughter Kelty and granddaughter Rella were at the Chicago Zoo, I thought "GREAT IDEA!" I cancelled other obligations and off we went - to the Hogle Zoo in Salt Lake City:

Right by the entrance gate, there's a little steam engine which winds around the grounds.

I loved the conductor's fanciful braiding. YEP. That's her real hair.

We took the train ride TWICE: once upon arrival, once just before departure.

During the FIVE HOURS in between those train rides, we studied every single critter in the zoo.

Some animals required LONG STUDY . . . especially if you're 3 years old.

The GORILLAS held her attention for a VERY long time.

I grabbed my phone (not my camera) just in time to capture (in poor resolution) this ferocious-looking yawn:

Miss Audrey was glued to the window.

The same gorilla then rolled onto his back and suddenly my granddaughter began laughing.

He was picking his nose.

The laughter turned HYSTERICAL during Part 2 of the show:

He began eating his booger.

Now THAT'S classy entertainment . . . if you're of a certain age.

The carousel was probably as big a hit as the gorilla's nose-picking.
(Could someone else be in the process of picking her nose?)

There were about twenty different animals one could ride and it was ever so hard to choose.
Now, I'm a GRANDMA not a MOM and that means I am willing to be a tad bit indulging:

We raced each other to the ticket booth between each ride and that was half the fun.



How interesting to observe feeding time!

I didn't know that turtles had such long necks, did you?

Wanting to be certain that my little charge would take a nap during the car-ride home,
we spent a solid 30 minutes at the zoo playground before taking our last train ride:

Miss Audrey fell asleep as we drove out of the parking lot.

I found myself getting mighty sleepy too.

So I pulled off the freeway and we both slept nearly an hour, right there by the side of the road.


I would do it over again in a heart beat.

My Birthday

The dear friend ABOVE arrived on the morning of my birthday
with a smile and a bouquet of flowers.

Later on,
this little pumpkin showed up with two sibs and her mom in tow.

They traveled five hours to celebrate with me.

Here's the big sister, Audrey.

Here's the energetic big brother Kenneth.

BTW, I have ALWAYS let the kids climb on the outside of the stair rail
and then jump onto the blue 'Love Sac' which serves as a soft landing pad. You could say it's a tradition.



In the evening, my sister Tricia whipped up some homemade chicken and bean soup
with cornbread - also homemade - and enough sides for a crowd.



The crowd included my brother and his family.

Here's my bro holding my granddaughter Grace.

Mark, brother-on-law-extraordinaire, hit it off with Grace's big sister
and he exercised Grandpa-level patience by playing ball 3-year-old style until the meal was ready.

Here's the gang. On the left, you see the darling gal who will soon marry my nephew.
They're getting married on the same day, in the same place as my bro and his wife - his parents. Way cool.

My sister whipped up a KILLER chocolate cake, made with 3 cubes of butter!

The grandkids helped blow out the countless candles.

Tell me, what kid doesn't like THAT traditional birthday activity?

They also like the tradition of Grandma Reading Stories.

Notice the furry critter on the bed.

Also notice the child who likes getting his hand licked as he hears the stories.

It was freezing cold outside on the following morning.
The kids don't have 'freezing cold' in their neck of the woods.

They were up EARLY, out the door and zealously raking the leaves.

They discovered every possible way to play with the leaves . . .

tossing them into the air,
raking them into a pile and jumping,
getting buried in them.

They really liked the GETTING BURIED game.

Meanwhile, Jill was helping me marinate portobello mushrooms & chicken for grilling.

Not that she would be eating them. Noooooo. My dear daughter-in-law was simply eager to help me. (That's Jill!)
I was barbequing for 14 dear friends from my old neighborhood.

After Mama Jill got a shower and the kids had some more romp & play,

it was time for my little birthday celebration crew to hit the road.

There were some stalling strategies implemented by a certain 3-year-old who didn't want to go.

Eventually, they all made it into the car.

Even this one.

The Alpine Loop

It's a FAMOUS scenic drive. Well, it's celebrated by the locals, that's for certain.


To do it right, you need the better part of a day so you can stop a hundred times and get out of the car and breathe deeply and really, truly TAKE IT IN.

The road is narrow and winds up and up and up. The altitudes are NOT for the faint-hearted. It's definitely ALPINE terrain and the drop-offs can be rather unnerving.


My mom was game right up until her last month of life - just before her 84th birthday. That was the last time I took her. . . the last of many such excursions, punctuated with countless OOHs and AAHs and futile attempts to describe the majesty with mere words.


Photos are, indeed, a superior modality for such descriptions.


My friend, Ms. Luke and I embarked bright and early, packing several components for our picnic lunch, tossing in a fold-out table and two chairs into the back of the Subaru.

Then a decision had to be made.

Do we take the dog or leave the dog?

Good decision.

We began the ascent on the Sundance Side, as it's called, since the road takes you right past Sundance Ski Resort.
In this shot, you can see the ski slopes just beyond the spectacular splash of autumn colors.

My little Subaru climbed nearly 4,000 ft.

After a gzillion hair-pin turns and many stops along the way,
we selected a place to dine al fresco.

Our chosen spot (with a million-dollar view) was quite close to a trailhead, but away from the road.

Convivial hikers were surprised to go around a bend and find us there with a full-on banquet.

The feast included:

homemade guacamole and chips

swiss cheese

yogurt mixed with raspberries from the farmer's market

veggie salad

hummus and romaine lettuce leaves for dipping

dog food for Chica

a quart of home-canned grape juice crafted from the fruit of Ms. Luke's vines

After our banquet, we back in the buggy,
taking in another round of grandiose vistas.

Sooooo worth the $$$ for a tank of gas.

And that, dear friends, concludes the Autumn Wrap-up.

Did you think it would NEVER end?