Monthly Archives: September 1999

Sept 29 Kaysville, Utah We drove into Provo to a woodcarving supply store. Rick said he felt like he was in a candy store.He’s sitting at the table, complimenting himself on his taste in new knives! A burst of laughter … Continue reading →

  The colors are changing and the mountains are glowing red and yellow. We took an afternoon drive up a canyon above Kaysville. And, would you believe that the canyon ended at ?

We took a big city antidote today. On this cool crisp fall day we took a walk, along the country roads and woodland paths of the Wheeler Historical Farm. It reminded me so much of Oak Glen. Missing only the … Continue reading →

I have to say that the Mormon Tabernacle Choir will stand out as one of the highlights of the trip. We were so taken with the music the other day that we hauled out of bed at 6:30 am to … Continue reading →

It was a sunny, cool afternoon, just perfect for a stroll. And we took it through a lovely shady little zoo! The animals here are very easy to view. The giraffe enclosure allows you to go into the barn at … Continue reading →

Rick went metal detecting today. He found 200 pennies! Now if he could just re-calibrate the machine to only find silver dollars,we’d have something going here! (grin)

    Sept 21 Ogden, Utah Traveled today. We took Highway 15 instead of going through Logan Canyon That’s the drive we took the other day…beautiful but straight up! Sept 22 Kaysville, Utah Cherry Hill RV Park We are staying … Continue reading →

Rick found a wonderful spot to fish at the stream by the campground. He caught so many trout he lost count! I trotted over to photograph him and he obliged by catching a half dozen while I watched! I sat … Continue reading →

Phil’s Country Kitchen is one of those tiny tiny places that you would never go in unless it was recommended. Phil does the cooking and Mrs. Phil is the waitress. The counter is filled with old men in suspenders and … Continue reading →

We stepped back in time today…at the Oregon/California Trail Center. We are in 1852 and about to depart for the Oregon Territory from Independence Missouri. This is our first meeting with our Wagon Master. He is walking us bunch of … Continue reading →