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We left Orem, Utah around 4:30 and got home around 6:30 in the evening. Not too bad.

We traded this....

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for this....

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We took Chinook pass home and it was a breathtaking drive. At the top there is still snow on the ground. When we stopped for a closer look, Chris leaped over the railing into a snow patch in his bare feet. Just as quickly, he pulled himself back over to the right side of the railing. Apparently snow is cold on bare feet. Who knew? :grin:

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An alpine lake, surrounded by snow.

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Ashley got out to take a closer look, but Allison couldn't locate her shoes and refused to leave the vehicle.

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Our ride at the top of Chinook Pass.

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Chris loved the cool air of the pass and put his head out the window as the greenery flew past.
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All in all, not a bad drive. When we got home, Lance had dinner ready for us. Steak, green beans with bacon and applesauce. Is it any wonder I kinda like this guy?


  1. Where is Chinook Pass? I love the out-the-window picture!

  2. You know where Yakima is? You take the white pass/chinook pass turn off from there. It takes you up this amazing canyon with a river flowing down it and up into the hills and mountains. You can either come down on the Sunrise side of Mt. Rainier, or the Paradise side.

    It's a beautiful drive. Do you get up here often?

  3. Awesome pictures!
    I have been there, and the canyon part is way cool.

    Welcome Welcome!!!!

  4. Hi No Cool Story! Bienvenidos chama. Me gusta tu blog y como llamas a tu hija 'la fashionista' me da risa. Que chevere! I should rename my oldest daughter La Fashionishta.

  5. In the first pic of Chris it looks kinda like he's taking a bathroom break.

  6. That's what my hubby said!! He really wasn't though. He just had his hands in his pockets and was looking down at the snow.

  7. the man is loyal, cute and cooks. i've said it before, clone him!

  8. The first pic with the clouds was great despite the roadway, i almost didn't want to take the journey with you there.
    Applesauce, how American, i have never tried it,
    great read!


  9. Oh man -- that makes me homesick! Chinook pass ...sigh... "I want to see Mountains again Gandalf. Mountains!"

    And Nat -- how long have you lived around there?????

  10. Anna, I wish I could clone him for you! He's the greatest.

    Evan, welcome! You should try applesauce sometime. It's quite good, especially if it's homemade.

    Sketchy, you're from here?

  11. omigosh, Mr. Evan, you have NEVER TRIED APPLESAUCE????? You must do so really soon...

  12. We should send him some!


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