Last weekend, we took a trip up Little Cottonwood Canyon to Greg and Lauren's wedding. The ecologically-minded bride and groom had the foresight to rent a "Le Bus," which broke down on I-215.
The wedding guests were told to bring a rock for the newly-minted bride and groom. As we waited on the side of the road, some of the wedding guests found theirs.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. Oddly enough, none of the dudes could find a ride up the canyon.
The reception was held at an aviary, which had this room full of swivel chairs. It didn't take long for the chair jousting to start.
On labor day, I made a trip to the City of Rocks with Megan, Richie, Sarah, and 3 furry friends (Callie, Ruby, and Lil' JR). We camped near the Twin Sisters, and this is the view from our campsite.
The weather didn't quite cooperate, so I spent some time driving around on the back roads with Callie. The landscape was desolate, but beautiful.
The Twin Sisters (below) were a landmark on the California Trail. Something like 100,000 people passed through this valley in one summer around 1850. If they would have waited a few years, they could have just taken the train.
The remnants of the California Trail can still be seen cutting through the sagebrush.
Callie had a good time sniffing from the back seat.
The wedding guests were told to bring a rock for the newly-minted bride and groom. As we waited on the side of the road, some of the wedding guests found theirs.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. Oddly enough, none of the dudes could find a ride up the canyon.
The reception was held at an aviary, which had this room full of swivel chairs. It didn't take long for the chair jousting to start.
Don't forget the little details...
The weather didn't quite cooperate, so I spent some time driving around on the back roads with Callie. The landscape was desolate, but beautiful.
The Twin Sisters (below) were a landmark on the California Trail. Something like 100,000 people passed through this valley in one summer around 1850. If they would have waited a few years, they could have just taken the train.
The remnants of the California Trail can still be seen cutting through the sagebrush.
