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Squaw Peak and Bridal Veil Falls

Yesterday (Wednesday), I took the kids up to Squaw Peak in Provo Canyon. The view from the top is something amazing. Unfortunately my camera wasn't working so I had to take pictures with my cell phone.

Here is Ashley and Allison looking over Happy Valley. That's Utah lake in the distance. We met a family up there that live the next town over from us in Washinton. Small world, eh?

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Then we drove up to the Deer Creek Resevoir. The roads have changed so much since I was there last. We skipped Sundance and then went back down the canyon to stop by Bridal Veil Falls.

Here's Steph and the girls dipping their toes in the freezing water.

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I went in as well. The inital cold shock wears off and then you're pretty much numb from there on out. Here is Chris, Ashley and Allison on top of one of the rocks in the waterfall. Ashley was a little frightened.

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Here's Ashley a bit calmer and mugging like a mermaid.

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Chris kept moving large boulders around in the stream. So odd

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Then he hung out on a little rock.

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Afterwards we took Annabella and Paco to California Pizza Kitchen at the University Mall. I took this picture of Annabella to tease Lance because we love their pizza.

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Then we all went to visit an old friend of mine, Rachel. She was one of my missionary companions. Her son just graduated from highschool and was apparently smitten by Stephanie.

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His name is Bryan and he began texting her as soon as we got home. He then came and picked her up and they went out for a slushie or something at Sonic.

Back at Annabella's we watched The Village (I'd not seen it before) then I tried to stay awake to watch The Phantom of the Opera but I think I passed out around two a.m.

Now nobody is awake and we need to pack our stuff and head out to Vegas. Today will be a road trip. See you on the other side.

Comments

  1. You drove right by my office. Had I known, I would have waved.

    Have a safe drive to LV... it's better here in Orem.

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  2. Have a lovely trip... the travelogue has been fun to read :)

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  3. Well, Pam, sounds like (and looks like) you haven't gone insane yet. How are you surviving?

    And on Chris and moving the rocks around (strangely, as you said):

    It's a guy thing about rearranging the nature of things and an innate need to test the laws of physics.

    Viva Las Vegas!

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  4. uh, is that the guy from the club? the 20 year old?

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  5. Agreed, you haven't lived until you've diverted the stream onto the beach around your sandcastle 30 yards away by building a dam. Amateur civil engineering rawwwks.

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  6. I would love to do a road trip to Vegas. I would imagine myself as Susan Sarandon in Thelma & Louise all the way x

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  7. okay, i took the time to read the WHOLE post and realize that that is NOT the 20 year old from the gym. my apologies, pam. you deserve better.

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  8. No, the guy from the club has been texting her incessantly and you can be quite certain that when we get home I shall be paying him a little visit. I might even get dressed this time. :grin:

    I'm doing all right so far. It's been good to have the husband with me now as the girls are velcroed to him rather than me now. It's nice to have a breather.

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