Monday, August 18, 2008
Like mother, like Shady
Everybody knows that Mom has a sweet tooth. I figured that out as soon as I was old enough to hunt down her candy stashes. I have always thought that I didn't get that sweet tooth-- I generally like salty foods. Living near Brandon's family changed my mind about that. They love sweet foods, but they are all about the sugary/fruity/sour variety. I was fine for the first few weeks, but pretty soon I started feeling like there was something missing in my life. That was chocolate. And ice cream and doughnuts. When Brandon's family went out of town, his mom told us that she had left us some candy in the closet. To my disappointment, the candy consisted of redvines and cinnamon bears. As much as I love cinnamon bears, I yearned for chocolate. Now that I'm back, I've never been happier to go to work where I can sample ice cream and gaze at doughnuts all day. And I am waiting for the next holiday to be over so that I can start my very own stash of 75% off chocolate candy. Mom, I never knew how much I was like you.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
It's over!
Brandon and I finally found a place to live! It's really tiny, but it's close to campus, pretty nice, and only $515/month. We are going to sign a contract tomorrow. Hooray!!!
Monday, August 11, 2008
The great housing quest
Brandon and I have had all sorts of bad luck finding housing. I think it all started in April with the landlady that made an appointment with me to show an apartment, didn't show up, and when I called back, told me that the apartment I had looked at was never available anyways. So we found a place for the summer, thinking that we would have all summer long to find a place for fall. But alas, we moved to Idaho. There we had a choice between living in a smelly, spider-infested basement and living at Brandon's parents' house. We chose the basement, where we actually killed 20 spiders in one night. Big ones, too. Now we are back in our nice apartment with three weeks to find a place to live. It's hard, considering that apartments are usually gone within a day of being posted. Of course, that's only if you are able to contact the person who posted them. I emailed about one apartment on Saturday and never got a reply, then this morning I found it posted somewhere else with a phone number. I called and nobody answered. Very typical. To get into Wymount, you have to be the first to click on an apartment when they are posted at 4:00. We sat by the computer for 15 minutes before 4:00 today and finally saw a highlighted apartment at 4 on the dot. But by the time Brandon clicked on it, someone had already gotten to it. It was gone in literally less than a second.
As you can probably tell, I'm pretty frustrated about the whole thing. Hopefully this will be over within a few days.
As you can probably tell, I'm pretty frustrated about the whole thing. Hopefully this will be over within a few days.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Last days in Idaho
I know, I haven't posted in a long time. My last weekend in Idaho was fun. Brandon and I went boating with his cousins at Bear Lake. Here is what we did:
Lane, Brandon, and McKay is buried in the mud. I was mostly with them all day.
McKay emerging from the sand.
We played king of the tube until Lane elbowed me in the face. Ouch--bloody nose.
Then we rode a giant banana behind the boat.
On our way home, McKay and Lane were really excited about asking me questions about girls and McKay named me his official dating advisor. I think someone should write a book about McKay, because he's one of the most interesting people I know. He once lived in a tent for the entire month of January for some really dumb reason. He wears basketball shorts under all of his clothes (even to church) so that he can be as comfortable as possible. However, I didn't know this at first, so on my first Sunday in Idaho, I was a little freaked out when McKay started to take his pants off in front of me. A few nights ago he tried to chase the skunk that I found in his garage because he wanted to say that he's been sprayed by a skunk. To his disappointment, the skunk just ran away.
Anyways, now I am back in Provo trying to find a place to live. Brandon and I have three weeks to find a place for the fall, and for married couples, that is pretty hard.
Lane, Brandon, and McKay is buried in the mud. I was mostly with them all day.
McKay emerging from the sand.
We played king of the tube until Lane elbowed me in the face. Ouch--bloody nose.
Then we rode a giant banana behind the boat.
On our way home, McKay and Lane were really excited about asking me questions about girls and McKay named me his official dating advisor. I think someone should write a book about McKay, because he's one of the most interesting people I know. He once lived in a tent for the entire month of January for some really dumb reason. He wears basketball shorts under all of his clothes (even to church) so that he can be as comfortable as possible. However, I didn't know this at first, so on my first Sunday in Idaho, I was a little freaked out when McKay started to take his pants off in front of me. A few nights ago he tried to chase the skunk that I found in his garage because he wanted to say that he's been sprayed by a skunk. To his disappointment, the skunk just ran away.
Anyways, now I am back in Provo trying to find a place to live. Brandon and I have three weeks to find a place for the fall, and for married couples, that is pretty hard.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Animals and the Grand Tetons
Brandon and I finally made it out to the Tetons this weekend. On Friday we did a nice five-mile hike around Jenny Lake. On Saturday, we hiked up to some alpine lakes. What I thought would be a short hike was actually a 10-mile round trip hike. It just about killed me. It was actually less steep and less hot than the 8-miler we did at the Grand Canyon, but unlike the Grand Canyon, it went up to 9,500 feet in elevation. It turns out that I have really bad lungs because when we got to about 8,500 feet I started getting a headache and chest pains. But I finished. Our trip was also marked by the presence of friendly animals. We saw a moose, lots of elk, a grouse, chipmunks and squirrels of all varieties, a marmut, a deer, and a snake. The only thing I didn't see was a bear. I was disappointed because I've seen a bear every time I've been to Yellowstone and once at Yosemite too. This broke my good luck streak. I saw another friendly animal at Brandon's house. I went to the garage to check if the cats had enough food and water and I found a skunk eating the cat food. I call this one frienly because she was nice enough not to spray me. 
The deer let us get really close. We didn't even use a zoom lens. The baby is cute.
This little guy jumped on my lap because I smelled like granola bar.
Surprise Lake. 
The Tetons.
And mom, we took all these pictures with our new camera. It's great!
The deer let us get really close. We didn't even use a zoom lens. The baby is cute.This little guy jumped on my lap because I smelled like granola bar.Surprise Lake. The Tetons.
And mom, we took all these pictures with our new camera. It's great!
Craters of the Moon
The weekend before last Brandon and I went to Craters of the Moon National Monument. It's pretty much a bunch of extinct volcanos and lava flows. It's a pretty creepy landscape, but fun. I wouldn't be surprised if it were the inspiration for Mordor in Lord of the Rings. Here are some pictures of us having fun:
on a cinder cone
The fat lip
Inside a lava tube
on a cinder coneThe fat lipInside a lava tube
Lava flows
Friday, July 18, 2008
Plans for school!
I decided that it was time for another update on my plans for school. I am starting my third-to-last semester in September. I'm still majoring in Spanish, but my minor is now in Anthropology. I will really just be taking archaeology classes. I'll graduate next December.
Brandon has a few options for school. He could graduate in civil engineering in December and go on to a masters in engineering or architecture. Instead, he wants to finish engineering and start on a double major in geology. That would take him four extra semesters, but I think it would be well worth it, considering how much he loves geology. We just need to figure out whether he would love it as much as a carreer and a major.
Brandon has a few options for school. He could graduate in civil engineering in December and go on to a masters in engineering or architecture. Instead, he wants to finish engineering and start on a double major in geology. That would take him four extra semesters, but I think it would be well worth it, considering how much he loves geology. We just need to figure out whether he would love it as much as a carreer and a major.
Unexpected favorites
With wedding gifts, I am usually a stick-to-the-registry girl, so it surprised me to get a few awesome presents that I hadn't registered for. I am very excited to use all of these:
One great cookbook with a CD, from Bexar. Brandon will be thanking you for that, because now I can actually cook for him.
The most beautiful bowl I've ever seen, from Brianna. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it. Bexar also bought me some candleholders to match.
A slow-cooker, from Brandon's uncle. I wasn't excited about it at first, because I thought we didn't need it. Then I found some delicious recipes that I can't wait to try like chicken and shrimp jumbalaya or slow-cooked minestrone. It will also be a really easy way to cook while I'm at school during the fall and winter. Hey, I bet I could make feijoada in it, too.
One 10-cup food processor. Okay, I did register for this, but I don't know who it's from, so I want to thank them on my blog and tell them that I will be trying every salsa recipe that I can find.
Sadly, I haven't been able to use any of these things yet because in the month and a half that I've been married, I have spent a total of FIVE DAYS at my own apartment. The rest of the time, I have lived out of a suitcase, borrowing cooking supplies from the in-laws and using every excuse to get out of my spider-infested basement. I probably won't be using them anytime soon, either, because I have three weeks before coming back to Provo, and when I do, I will have to move again in another three weeks, so we are keeping everything in boxes until then. But thank you, surprise gift givers. And Ashley. I liked your non-registry gift, too.
One great cookbook with a CD, from Bexar. Brandon will be thanking you for that, because now I can actually cook for him.
The most beautiful bowl I've ever seen, from Brianna. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it. Bexar also bought me some candleholders to match.
A slow-cooker, from Brandon's uncle. I wasn't excited about it at first, because I thought we didn't need it. Then I found some delicious recipes that I can't wait to try like chicken and shrimp jumbalaya or slow-cooked minestrone. It will also be a really easy way to cook while I'm at school during the fall and winter. Hey, I bet I could make feijoada in it, too.
One 10-cup food processor. Okay, I did register for this, but I don't know who it's from, so I want to thank them on my blog and tell them that I will be trying every salsa recipe that I can find.
Sadly, I haven't been able to use any of these things yet because in the month and a half that I've been married, I have spent a total of FIVE DAYS at my own apartment. The rest of the time, I have lived out of a suitcase, borrowing cooking supplies from the in-laws and using every excuse to get out of my spider-infested basement. I probably won't be using them anytime soon, either, because I have three weeks before coming back to Provo, and when I do, I will have to move again in another three weeks, so we are keeping everything in boxes until then. But thank you, surprise gift givers. And Ashley. I liked your non-registry gift, too.
You guys have the cutest kids
Well, my photographers LOVED Caroline and Mabel. Here are more cute pictures of them:
Friday, July 11, 2008
My car
I am posting this in hopes that my brother and sisters' teasings will get my parents to expedite the process of fixing my car situation. As everyone knows, I have a little red Corolla. In January of this year, the registration expired. Since it's registered in Texas, I can't renew the registration, and since the title isn't in my name, I can't get it registered in Idaho. It doesn't really matter that the title isn't in my name, though, because we apparently don't have a title for it. Mom and Dad realized that it was lost when they went to transfer it to Brandon and me. They said that they'll fill out some paperwork on the lost title and get a new one under my name. But I'm thinking that this will only happen when they come to the US to bail me out of prison when my car gets impounded. Luckily, the car is insured. Too bad that doesn't matter either, since I have never been sent proof of insurance. So, when a cop pulls me over for having expired registration and asks me for my proof of insurance, I will have to give him one that expired in October.
Here's something that will get them motivated. When Brandon and I go back to Provo and find a new place to live, it's likely that the place won't have much off-street parking. In that case, it will cost them $30 per day to have an unregistered car, because believe me, the police come every day, and they will give me a ticket every day until I get it fixed.
Or we could take back Brandon's Buick and leave my car with his family to sit and get snowed on all winter long. The Buick's shocks are so bad that it's like riding a roller coaster. Really fun, but according to Brandon's uncle, that car is a death trap.
Seriously. Please fix it.
Here's something that will get them motivated. When Brandon and I go back to Provo and find a new place to live, it's likely that the place won't have much off-street parking. In that case, it will cost them $30 per day to have an unregistered car, because believe me, the police come every day, and they will give me a ticket every day until I get it fixed.
Or we could take back Brandon's Buick and leave my car with his family to sit and get snowed on all winter long. The Buick's shocks are so bad that it's like riding a roller coaster. Really fun, but according to Brandon's uncle, that car is a death trap.
Seriously. Please fix it.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Idaho (for Jennifer)
Jennifer,
Sorry about not posting lately. I have been living in an 88-year-old woman's basement and she doesn't have internet. But today I am babysitting Brandon's siblings and I therefore get free use of their computer.
It would be difficult to give an unbiased report on Idaho, since I'm living here in the summer, and it's much nicer than the freezing winter months. But surprisingly, I really like Idaho. Living in a small town doesn't bother me-- Blackfoot can provide most daily needs and if I need something else, Pocatello is only 20 minutes away. If Napoleon Dynamite gave you the impression that everyone in Idaho is a hick and owns a llama, then you actually have the right idea about life in Idaho. There are llamas. Lots of llamas. And cows and horses and goats and sheep. I live across the street from a dairy farm. It provides a nice view but when the wind kicks up, it smells like cow poop. The kids go to their neighbor's house every day to feed their chickens, dog, and calf. It's a really cute calf. I fed it once. But since I like animals and wide open spaces, it's fun for me.
Despite what I had thought, there are plenty of things to do in Idaho. Last week we went to a pool in Lava Hot Springs and I jumped off a 30-foot high dive. That wasn't as painful as bellyflopping off the 10-foot springboard, though. It knocked the wind out of me and the next morning I woke up with mysterious bruises all over my body. I also helped Brandon's little brother buy $90 of fireworks and set them off. I thought that just Brandon was a pyro, but apparently it runs in the family. Besides that, Brandon and I are planning more trips. We are going to the boobs this weekend (that's what Ryan calls the Tetons now). If I had my kayak with me, I would go to the Salmon river. It apparently has some good kayaking.
Living so close to Brandon's family has been quite a different experience. His brothers and sisters are too young to really understand marriage, so instead of thinking I'm his wife, they think I'm his sister. Last week we were at his family's house for almost three days straight. When we showed up at 11:00 AM instead of 9:00 AM, his brother got mad at us, because we should have been there earlier to do things with them. That was the morning after we got home at 11:30 the previous night. Trying to explain to him that we needed time together was useless, because to him, "time together" includes time with the entire family. On one busy day I had a bit of a meltdown. I went home and refused to do anything else that day and told Brandon that we might as well live with his family considering how much we're over there. I got over it soon enough to go golfing with his family. But we did go home early that night.
Being here has made me do some unexpected things. Suddenly I am the person telling the little kids to get the kittens off the kitchen counter and put them back in the garage. Of course, I mainly do this because Mia carries the kittens around all day and they so obviously hate it, and I am against cruelty to animals. And having them on the counter really is gross. I also get up at 7:30 to go to work with Brandon. Anyone that knows me knows that that I would never get up that early to work. But I do work. I paint handrails and help Brandon do things at the construction site. I have safety goggles and work boots and everything. Nothing but braces has ever made me feel so unattractive.
Anyways, Idaho has been a learning experience. I keep learning more about Idaho, kids, Brandon, and even myself. But the biggest thing I've learned is that you should never, ever live with your in-laws.
Sorry about not posting lately. I have been living in an 88-year-old woman's basement and she doesn't have internet. But today I am babysitting Brandon's siblings and I therefore get free use of their computer.
It would be difficult to give an unbiased report on Idaho, since I'm living here in the summer, and it's much nicer than the freezing winter months. But surprisingly, I really like Idaho. Living in a small town doesn't bother me-- Blackfoot can provide most daily needs and if I need something else, Pocatello is only 20 minutes away. If Napoleon Dynamite gave you the impression that everyone in Idaho is a hick and owns a llama, then you actually have the right idea about life in Idaho. There are llamas. Lots of llamas. And cows and horses and goats and sheep. I live across the street from a dairy farm. It provides a nice view but when the wind kicks up, it smells like cow poop. The kids go to their neighbor's house every day to feed their chickens, dog, and calf. It's a really cute calf. I fed it once. But since I like animals and wide open spaces, it's fun for me.
Despite what I had thought, there are plenty of things to do in Idaho. Last week we went to a pool in Lava Hot Springs and I jumped off a 30-foot high dive. That wasn't as painful as bellyflopping off the 10-foot springboard, though. It knocked the wind out of me and the next morning I woke up with mysterious bruises all over my body. I also helped Brandon's little brother buy $90 of fireworks and set them off. I thought that just Brandon was a pyro, but apparently it runs in the family. Besides that, Brandon and I are planning more trips. We are going to the boobs this weekend (that's what Ryan calls the Tetons now). If I had my kayak with me, I would go to the Salmon river. It apparently has some good kayaking.
Living so close to Brandon's family has been quite a different experience. His brothers and sisters are too young to really understand marriage, so instead of thinking I'm his wife, they think I'm his sister. Last week we were at his family's house for almost three days straight. When we showed up at 11:00 AM instead of 9:00 AM, his brother got mad at us, because we should have been there earlier to do things with them. That was the morning after we got home at 11:30 the previous night. Trying to explain to him that we needed time together was useless, because to him, "time together" includes time with the entire family. On one busy day I had a bit of a meltdown. I went home and refused to do anything else that day and told Brandon that we might as well live with his family considering how much we're over there. I got over it soon enough to go golfing with his family. But we did go home early that night.
Being here has made me do some unexpected things. Suddenly I am the person telling the little kids to get the kittens off the kitchen counter and put them back in the garage. Of course, I mainly do this because Mia carries the kittens around all day and they so obviously hate it, and I am against cruelty to animals. And having them on the counter really is gross. I also get up at 7:30 to go to work with Brandon. Anyone that knows me knows that that I would never get up that early to work. But I do work. I paint handrails and help Brandon do things at the construction site. I have safety goggles and work boots and everything. Nothing but braces has ever made me feel so unattractive.
Anyways, Idaho has been a learning experience. I keep learning more about Idaho, kids, Brandon, and even myself. But the biggest thing I've learned is that you should never, ever live with your in-laws.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Addendum
These were just a few of the wedding pictures I got today. There are seriously more than 700 of them, and they all turned out really well. The photographers gave me (and anyone else) permission to print out any of the pictures, so I will put them on Snapfish. Bexar and Bethany, there are more cute pictures of your kids. There are cute pictures of everyone. I'll be putting the rest up soon!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
A commanding presence
Something tells me Brandon isn't the bossiest construction supervisor out there. Yesterday, Brandon's mom and I went to the construction site to bring him lunch. We asked some of the workers if Brandon was there. They looked back at us, rather confused.
"Brandon? I don't know any Brandon. Who is he with?"
(I look behind me and see the car that he took to work this morning, so he's obviously here)
Brandon's mom: "He's out here with construction."
worker: "Construction? There's no one from construction here. Oh wait, Bryce dropped off some boy earlier today. Maybe that's who you're talking about. He's inside."
So we walk inside and find Brandon, scraping some cement, hardly being noticed. And I think, "Construction supervisor? Are you serious?"
"Brandon? I don't know any Brandon. Who is he with?"
(I look behind me and see the car that he took to work this morning, so he's obviously here)
Brandon's mom: "He's out here with construction."
worker: "Construction? There's no one from construction here. Oh wait, Bryce dropped off some boy earlier today. Maybe that's who you're talking about. He's inside."
So we walk inside and find Brandon, scraping some cement, hardly being noticed. And I think, "Construction supervisor? Are you serious?"
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
One more great story
Okay, so Brandon and I have another pretty good story that happened a long time ago. About a year ago, Brandon and I tried going on a road trip with two of our friends. One of them bailed out at the last minute and the other one wanted to go home when we were still in Idaho. So, we had to turn back and abandon our plans of going to Washington. On the way home, Brandon and I had a conversation that went like this:
Brandon: So what do we do now? I still have the week off for work, and I'm definitely not going back to work when I told them I wouldn't be there.
Me: I'm thinking a tour of southern Utah. I've never been to Arches.
Brandon: Okay, let's leave right when we get back.
So we dropped our friend off in Provo, ate dinner, and headed out an hour later for Moab. But we didn't know where we were staying, since we hadn't bothered to look up any campgrounds before we left. (We're smart.) We got to Moab at around 10:30 PM, so it was completely dark. We finally found a little campground and drove in. Then we saw a sign with an arrow which we thought said "Camping, " So we followed the arrow. This took us into a pile of loose sand. We decided to turn around, but the car was stuck. We had to push it out of the sand for about 20 minutes (which wasn't easy, the sand was really deep) and then push it up a very steep hill to get it back out. Brandon had to tell me to take a walk because I was about to cry. I thought we would have to get it towed. Miraculously, we got it out. So we camped out right where we had come in.
In the morning, we decided to take a look at what we had gotten ourselves into the previous night. Daytime revealed that the pile of sand was surrounded by huge rocks. The sign that we thought said "Camping" actually said "Canyon." And worst of all, we missed the sign that said that it was a level-5 offroading trail.
We're special.
But it was one of the best adventures I've ever been on. Brandon is the only person I've met that has my same love for road trips. He told me all about the geology in Arches and what kinds of rocks were there and why. If you ever go to Arches, or any other place with rocks, bring Brandon. It will make it much more interesting.
Brandon: So what do we do now? I still have the week off for work, and I'm definitely not going back to work when I told them I wouldn't be there.
Me: I'm thinking a tour of southern Utah. I've never been to Arches.
Brandon: Okay, let's leave right when we get back.
So we dropped our friend off in Provo, ate dinner, and headed out an hour later for Moab. But we didn't know where we were staying, since we hadn't bothered to look up any campgrounds before we left. (We're smart.) We got to Moab at around 10:30 PM, so it was completely dark. We finally found a little campground and drove in. Then we saw a sign with an arrow which we thought said "Camping, " So we followed the arrow. This took us into a pile of loose sand. We decided to turn around, but the car was stuck. We had to push it out of the sand for about 20 minutes (which wasn't easy, the sand was really deep) and then push it up a very steep hill to get it back out. Brandon had to tell me to take a walk because I was about to cry. I thought we would have to get it towed. Miraculously, we got it out. So we camped out right where we had come in.
In the morning, we decided to take a look at what we had gotten ourselves into the previous night. Daytime revealed that the pile of sand was surrounded by huge rocks. The sign that we thought said "Camping" actually said "Canyon." And worst of all, we missed the sign that said that it was a level-5 offroading trail.
We're special.
But it was one of the best adventures I've ever been on. Brandon is the only person I've met that has my same love for road trips. He told me all about the geology in Arches and what kinds of rocks were there and why. If you ever go to Arches, or any other place with rocks, bring Brandon. It will make it much more interesting.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Spineless
It's time to face it. My entire life I've been told that I have no backbone. I guess the combination of being the bossed-around-youngest-child and a white personality didn't leave me with any chance for being demanding. But everyone talks about it like it's a bad thing. Being in Idaho, I've learned that being completely spineless gives you an amazing flexibility that most people don't have. It's a gift without which I would never make it through this whole experience, so thank you, bossy sisters. I wouldn't be where I am today without you. Literally.
Because would any newlywed with half a spine agree to move to Idaho for a month? No. It would be out of the question. But I did, and I'm glad I did, because I just want to be with little Brandon.
And who else would be okay with living out of a suitcase in a relative's house for two weeks? I'm not sure many other people could handle it, especially when you find out that the house that is supposed to be empty apparently isn't. Right now we are living in Brandon's uncle's house, who is out of town. But yesterday we came home to find the milk gone and a big toy car in the living room. So either one of his cousins moved home for a day, or a baby stormed the house demanding milk and leaving his toys everywhere. I am leaning towards the latter explanation.
And finally, you pretty much can't have any backbone at all when you have to apply for jobs at places like Arctic Circle and Bingham County Store. If I knew how to stand up for myself, I would hold out for a job that actually requires some skills. And I would be very unemployed.
It's not easy being spineless, but it would be much harder for me if I were strong and unyielding.
Because would any newlywed with half a spine agree to move to Idaho for a month? No. It would be out of the question. But I did, and I'm glad I did, because I just want to be with little Brandon.
And who else would be okay with living out of a suitcase in a relative's house for two weeks? I'm not sure many other people could handle it, especially when you find out that the house that is supposed to be empty apparently isn't. Right now we are living in Brandon's uncle's house, who is out of town. But yesterday we came home to find the milk gone and a big toy car in the living room. So either one of his cousins moved home for a day, or a baby stormed the house demanding milk and leaving his toys everywhere. I am leaning towards the latter explanation.
And finally, you pretty much can't have any backbone at all when you have to apply for jobs at places like Arctic Circle and Bingham County Store. If I knew how to stand up for myself, I would hold out for a job that actually requires some skills. And I would be very unemployed.
It's not easy being spineless, but it would be much harder for me if I were strong and unyielding.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
an update
So it appears that I will be moving to Idaho this weekend.
Go ahead and laugh. I found out last night. Brandon's dad needed him to supervise a construction project in Blackfoot, so that's where we'll be for the next month and a half. We will live in his parent's house for the first couple of weeks (hooray) and after that, the house that his uncle is building should be ready, so we'll live in that (by ourselves).
Hey, it beats living in Vernal in a camper (our other option).
Go ahead and laugh. I found out last night. Brandon's dad needed him to supervise a construction project in Blackfoot, so that's where we'll be for the next month and a half. We will live in his parent's house for the first couple of weeks (hooray) and after that, the house that his uncle is building should be ready, so we'll live in that (by ourselves).
Hey, it beats living in Vernal in a camper (our other option).
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Misadventures of the newlyweds
The honeymoon's over. But after driving 12 hours yesterday, I'm pretty glad to be back. Here are some highlights from our trip:
We accidentally hiked to the top of this dome. If you're wondering how someone could ACCIDENTALLY hike to the top of that, well, it just takes very special people. The best part is that it's really steep and we lost the trail on the way down, and I'm scared of heights.
I was pretty mad here because we also got lost while trying to find this tree. We hiked for three hours before we got to it, and it turned out to be pretty lame. The other giant sequoias were really pretty, though.
Here I'm holding up what I thought was the cone of a giant sequoia. It turns out that sequoia cones are actually much smaller.
This picture is cool:
And Brandon couldn't help but stop and admire the geology.
We accidentally hiked to the top of this dome. If you're wondering how someone could ACCIDENTALLY hike to the top of that, well, it just takes very special people. The best part is that it's really steep and we lost the trail on the way down, and I'm scared of heights.
I was pretty mad here because we also got lost while trying to find this tree. We hiked for three hours before we got to it, and it turned out to be pretty lame. The other giant sequoias were really pretty, though.
Here I'm holding up what I thought was the cone of a giant sequoia. It turns out that sequoia cones are actually much smaller.
This picture is cool:
And Brandon couldn't help but stop and admire the geology.
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