Day Trippin'

When we had three toddlers (at once), we used to drive.  A lot.  The kids liked driving and were well behaved.  Regularly, we'd take Sunday drives and discover new places; old mining towns, new lakes and canyons.  It was quiet and fun and a way to create some spontaneous adventure in our mostly home-bound lives.

  

After the moonlight bike ride Sam and I rode a couple weeks ago, we decided we wanted to see what that part of the island looked like in daylight.  The half-way point of the bike ride stopped at the Fielding Garr ranch.  At the time, we had no idea there was a barn just down the path (let alone a whole ranch) with food and drink.  We just turned around and rode back to the finish.  We were a little bummed when we reached the end of the ride, famished and too-late the wiser about where the goodies actually were.

It had been a while since we had taken "a drive" as a family and this seemed like a good fit.  It was a fun trip.  We saw buffalo, rope beds, old books, lots of birds, cool old tools and other artifacts - old bunk houses with cold storage rooms underneath and I'm sure I'm forgetting something... oh yes - Antelope. 

[Sitting on the front porch of the oldest standing anglo-structure in Utah]

Ada's Motto:
 Try...

 Try...

... and Try again!

Yeehaw!













It went even better than we had planned.