tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370102754604201472024-02-19T22:56:25.426-08:00The Dregs of Driggspharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-63278207485281344092012-01-13T13:09:00.000-08:002012-01-13T13:12:49.149-08:00Our unbeatable 2011 dirt bike trip.<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves/> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:donotpromoteqf/> <w:lidthemeother>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:lidthemeasian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:lidthemecomplexscript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> 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mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0in; mso-para-margin-right:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0in; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> <![endif]-->Heroes and true friends can't always be distinguished.<br /><p class="MsoNormal">After reading a motorcycle <a href="http://www.bogley.com/forum/showthread.php?27119-Ogden-Utah-to-Island-Park-Idaho-Singletrack-Junkies%21">blog</a> on the internet several months ago, I made up my mind that I wanted to plan and complete a dirt bike trek crossing a large swath of Idaho. I wanted more than just a Saturday ride. My riding cronies and I have ridden countless hours around southeast Idaho. Especially in the mountains that surround my home in Teton Valley. We are all relatively new to biking and because the novelty of buzzing up a mountain hasn't worn off yet, we oftentimes plan biking excursions that begin before dawn and end long after dark. I can't stand the thought of wasting daylight when I'm on my motorcycle. Days like that are precious.<br /><br />Dirt bike trails in Idaho are many, but after some planning, I decided on a trip beginning in Cascade, Idaho, just south of McCall and ending in Challis with three days of riding in between. I'm not a very skilled rider, but what I lack in talent, I make up for with passion. I haven't met anyone beyond my close relatives that enjoy riding as much as we do. With one exception, Johnny Allen.<br /><br />Johnny is a close family friend. He and Dad began riding dirt bikes together when they were both starting families and farming out in Monteview, Idaho in the late 70's. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKUBtEGfAMyJ5nSxwQbP5uCj8FeDU1ipyf_vAxzq7Tqve1N-IG5qQTF1lHTO-xhrzcDAhX33dat_OpYYyxvqLCo08c_EXZlKhgPidieyipE478yrpMZcSn9JQG9uhuSs7BxFKS-Afx-E/s1600/scan0013%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKUBtEGfAMyJ5nSxwQbP5uCj8FeDU1ipyf_vAxzq7Tqve1N-IG5qQTF1lHTO-xhrzcDAhX33dat_OpYYyxvqLCo08c_EXZlKhgPidieyipE478yrpMZcSn9JQG9uhuSs7BxFKS-Afx-E/s400/scan0013%25281%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697220118468888418" border="0" /></a>Our family eventually moved away around 1985, but kept in loose contact when the opportunities arose. I had no idea how good of rider he was until we rode together last summer out near Howe. We invited him that day via text message at around 8pm the night before thinking he would respond with a "Thanks for the invite, but I've got work to do." At 6:30 am the next morning en route to the mountains, I got a reply from Johnny asking "when and where?" That was a Thursday morning. The day was phenomenal; we didn't quit riding until Saturday evening. It was an epic three days.<br /><br />When our trek destination was settled; I invited Johnny. Not only because he was so fun to ride with, but also because I wanted to spend three days and nights with the man my dad was so close to. I remember a conversation I had with my dad several years back when I asked him to describe his friendship with Johnny. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1ffGc13ALoo4qA1qJZ_TWgSd7vH-AJRxXSV0y_8411CFmTkwdJAl-7G16Q8_jCo8Gr_TGfF494PoNDOnpLf6B-MqjYa5m15H8yolTHR4a4y9LJCRuhxP-3-vflu_pVTmAql8G5NO7Fw/s1600/scan0010.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1ffGc13ALoo4qA1qJZ_TWgSd7vH-AJRxXSV0y_8411CFmTkwdJAl-7G16Q8_jCo8Gr_TGfF494PoNDOnpLf6B-MqjYa5m15H8yolTHR4a4y9LJCRuhxP-3-vflu_pVTmAql8G5NO7Fw/s400/scan0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697220102524416722" border="0" /></a>He said, "If you're ever privileged enough to have a friend as good as Johnny, your life will never be the same." I didn't understand--still don't. But this ride gave me a brief glimpse. This is a pretty recent picture of Johnny and Dad at Henry's Lake.<br /><br />Day 1:<br /><br />On the first day, we loaded the bikes up and drove from Driggs, ID to Cascade, ID. We arrived in Cascade at around midnight after filling up on Panda Express in Boise. The group included (left to right) <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKqH3vLirajCEIz7HFKxhvekx9cqrRyKENSoL2RBx9I6FaS73pp2Zfup1byMn-bm0BEdRs4Kf23-SLFyeHys_NpEYNek1fx_pA4tR9-QiKz2nbjMRy1c6KMGhElPxu6nyPaZRY95uXk4/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+071.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKqH3vLirajCEIz7HFKxhvekx9cqrRyKENSoL2RBx9I6FaS73pp2Zfup1byMn-bm0BEdRs4Kf23-SLFyeHys_NpEYNek1fx_pA4tR9-QiKz2nbjMRy1c6KMGhElPxu6nyPaZRY95uXk4/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695061043264196658" border="0" /></a>my brother in law Chad Williams, Johnny, Chad's brother Tagg Williams, my younger brother Val, and me. Chad's parents followed us to Cascade in their own car and agreed to drop off our truck in Challis for us to load bikes in at the end of three days riding. That night we stayed at the Ashley Inn right in downtown Cascade. Since I was in charge of accommodations, I got us <i>one</i> room each night we were on the trip. To say I'm cheap is probably an understatement. The <i>one </i>room I reserved this night had two beds and a hide-a-bed couch. The boys shared the nice beds and Johnny volunteered to sleep on the miserable hide-a-bed.<br />Day 2:<br /><br />We awoke relatively early in anticipation of our trek. This is Chad and Val enjoying the breakfast at the Ashley Inn. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRnh9bqpWvfsLlMyoXL5Rueme7Zip4Z75RuKfldLz6mxs3HxgSF1C48-WECVCfATVjSuSSneXkYzU2UPuKpcE_2MKt9QJIuz0zVNfeuysD_s9dFNJgVXFH0p4gEu8dWokFt849ukdckM/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+002.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRnh9bqpWvfsLlMyoXL5Rueme7Zip4Z75RuKfldLz6mxs3HxgSF1C48-WECVCfATVjSuSSneXkYzU2UPuKpcE_2MKt9QJIuz0zVNfeuysD_s9dFNJgVXFH0p4gEu8dWokFt849ukdckM/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695062086153227666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />All of us were a bit worried about being dropped off in a town we barely knew. We were about to set off on a three day journey riding mostly single track that none of us had ever ridden before. We didn't have the luxury of having a vehicle follow us in case of break downs or getting lost. Furthermore, we were riding in one of the most remote parts of Idaho; no major towns or roads. Not only did we have to pack water and food for a day, we also had to pack everything we'd need for the three days including tools for repair, clothes and maps.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Three of us rode Honda 450s while Johnny was on a Yamaha and Tagg a Suzuki<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimlh3vvuJJPOIfBe0N6cH89FNdlGlRpyHHXF7XzAOcqJWM72cfgxXOKRSL2RAt8XWNMbZUr7_7P2zzbEuLSDlGUHWU8FKP9uIy8w8hwPBlQoG3er1W2sTjs6B874wGgT-A-NU9OPXkD4M/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+011.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimlh3vvuJJPOIfBe0N6cH89FNdlGlRpyHHXF7XzAOcqJWM72cfgxXOKRSL2RAt8XWNMbZUr7_7P2zzbEuLSDlGUHWU8FKP9uIy8w8hwPBlQoG3er1W2sTjs6B874wGgT-A-NU9OPXkD4M/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695062974293515922" border="0" /></a>. Here is Chad doing some last minute upgrades with The Ashley Inn in the background. He can't wipe the smile off his face. </p><p class="MsoNormal">Because the whole area was new to us, I ordered some trail maps from Bill Dart. His maps are well-known because they provide a detailed view of all single-tracks that have been rated under one of the following descriptions:</p><ol><li>Easiest - green circle<br /></li><li>More difficult - blue circle<br /></li><li>Most difficult - black diamond<br /></li><li>Gnarly - double black diamond</li></ol><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5PUJpYhFipmNswrP3GGEEhsYSOIUNcGAis8FwAcruKrdLgK80-sXmSlcBc_x6pPC8HgFzqlVE-sLsN2cE6fgb305dIQWU1lJVq1omoI0J37dQOcTvhGjpvNqWVh_b3aEkCIn3CvSs71Y/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+018.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5PUJpYhFipmNswrP3GGEEhsYSOIUNcGAis8FwAcruKrdLgK80-sXmSlcBc_x6pPC8HgFzqlVE-sLsN2cE6fgb305dIQWU1lJVq1omoI0J37dQOcTvhGjpvNqWVh_b3aEkCIn3CvSs71Y/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695066783637424770" border="0" /></a>We got dropped off by our ride at around 9am. We rode out of Cascade on dirt road 409. This dirt road went on forever. We couldn't find the trail we wanted so we settled on turning east onto the Tyndall Creek (106). The trail was blue circle and a very laid back fun trail. I noticed early on that Johnny seemed to always end up near the rear of the group taking the heaviest dust. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tTjnDR1AcXGrhUha4_crF7CaWztZizUGnro5-OqixxTa1576TJc8pdD8Tt37ftl8M3I5rfnb8SDwtGYLQm9KbKdoMzbSMSuwjYPvTJCSVefaRMQjX5mLzHWXEs0y16MrKlgmGJZe3fI/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+027.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tTjnDR1AcXGrhUha4_crF7CaWztZizUGnro5-OqixxTa1576TJc8pdD8Tt37ftl8M3I5rfnb8SDwtGYLQm9KbKdoMzbSMSuwjYPvTJCSVefaRMQjX5mLzHWXEs0y16MrKlgmGJZe3fI/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695067596628649522" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">This is Tagg with Chad looking for something he can't find. Notice the large backpacks.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Tyndall Creek led us to road 474. We turned right and followed the road for about 4 miles until we ran into construction workers fixing a bridge. We were forced to turn around. Road 474 was suppose to take us to more single tracks that would lead us eventually to Deadwood reservoir. We had no idea this bridge being out was going to be such an obstacle. We returned North and turned onto Road 478 again going South toward our destination of of The Silver Creek Plunge. This swimming pool agreed to have some gas for us to buy.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyq4U-mfER7wVZ-qqENIYtb47bjMyg0dKgD0VzugX05LyoB0Zihno9qCPteeTtQz-zZjVMqzhyphenhyphenl7jwFUrXQpcHkXshSZXxttp_j_NVLSkqEWxSeRsnV3xOPghaP8KRysHtko4AkbjxkzQ/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+041.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyq4U-mfER7wVZ-qqENIYtb47bjMyg0dKgD0VzugX05LyoB0Zihno9qCPteeTtQz-zZjVMqzhyphenhyphenl7jwFUrXQpcHkXshSZXxttp_j_NVLSkqEWxSeRsnV3xOPghaP8KRysHtko4AkbjxkzQ/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695071168322643618" border="0" /></a>This road soon turned into a four-wheeler trail and then a single track. It was beautiful. This little lake was surrounded by large mountains and a fire watch station on one of the tallest peaks.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3T1b174JMokMyMcCiDq2paR0VdIqtT38Df-MuTqS8ljGGLLXuPPc_6pOiFunvwNJCVCOfg2DH2wUZsvUsBT4BqROXXWs992yz4umpogo3n5QMkdsoutlPD0b4Z-M7Mz2XE7W0N6auS3E/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+065.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3T1b174JMokMyMcCiDq2paR0VdIqtT38Df-MuTqS8ljGGLLXuPPc_6pOiFunvwNJCVCOfg2DH2wUZsvUsBT4BqROXXWs992yz4umpogo3n5QMkdsoutlPD0b4Z-M7Mz2XE7W0N6auS3E/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695072048337040146" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">This is Tagg eyeing the nasty side hill through this boulder field. His bike got a little hot here. Nothing to worry about though, because he'd just had his bike worked on by a professional.....<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KMARiOfmRx0pNWkwlvxDzIAGzFkzlUpgqRuY23DlX4gA6GunTZRovluAd8eTJAGp7Wf5uHAd0yTzZCaDyZiyxm-TrbN1xCHQAhlv-n5iv0quaNYrbEFxPxEkys5j8rI1vzJV84hACO0/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+075.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KMARiOfmRx0pNWkwlvxDzIAGzFkzlUpgqRuY23DlX4gA6GunTZRovluAd8eTJAGp7Wf5uHAd0yTzZCaDyZiyxm-TrbN1xCHQAhlv-n5iv0quaNYrbEFxPxEkys5j8rI1vzJV84hACO0/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695073011086575090" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">This is me and Val. In the background is a fire lookout. Apparently the guy last on watch failed because the whole landscape had recently been torched.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5InJWh2Tus04x5PENpg3L-nMXGNifejf-9YmCG52LWG66-pZUskT1fnD0b6ggOM-6V2QAAnwDBm_WoZjeAvTRWmbmnQ9OLc597yLZxMT6dM2sG6mrYlzyo5qJTYVXQD7zrOuqw7Fcy_s/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+079.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5InJWh2Tus04x5PENpg3L-nMXGNifejf-9YmCG52LWG66-pZUskT1fnD0b6ggOM-6V2QAAnwDBm_WoZjeAvTRWmbmnQ9OLc597yLZxMT6dM2sG6mrYlzyo5qJTYVXQD7zrOuqw7Fcy_s/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695073696191488258" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">This made for awesome vistas.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">We went over a summit of sorts and shortly after lost the trail. We backtracked for a long time and found another trail we thought would take us where we wanted to go. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJh2iOY-2i_NFU4tJV1XxikBsaQZpcOyOIUwAw7ZFZxw6b1jJDIlxrFsnelzI6ftyvmnLn3TQrNsd9yaawsg0LJDYdtamo7kXJD8nRjFRzbSQWmMIlfG0u4TPCGw8EzCSaK8c4If-_uk/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+083.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJh2iOY-2i_NFU4tJV1XxikBsaQZpcOyOIUwAw7ZFZxw6b1jJDIlxrFsnelzI6ftyvmnLn3TQrNsd9yaawsg0LJDYdtamo7kXJD8nRjFRzbSQWmMIlfG0u4TPCGw8EzCSaK8c4If-_uk/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695074903285969650" border="0" /></a>This trail dropped down a huge ravine.....where it disappeared again. Val and I were the only ones to make the mistake of going down something that we couldn't easily get back up. This tree root ate his lunch.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">We finally got back up the hill and eventually found a four wheeler track going downhill the wrong direction. It was our only choice at this point, so we got on our way. The trail switched back and forth 20 times or more. It was all down hill so we were able to coast with our bikes turned off the whole way down giggling to ourselves at the roller-coaster ride. Val used his brake a little too much and just about started his bike on fire. At the bottom, we realized we were right back where we were 3 hours before. There was no way we could make it to the swimming pool for gas now. Cascade was far away, too and the extra gallon of gas each of us packed on our back wasn't going to get us anywhere. Desperation set in. We noticed we were in a campground of sorts. There was a camper trailer with around 5 gas jugs under it. Presumably, this belonged to the bridge construction workers. I'd never stolen anything in my life, but it was our only choice. We rushed to the camper and filled our tanks as fast as we could. One of us left some extra cash to help us justify our thievery. We then headed out on the only other trail left to take; Yellow Jacket Trail. Yellow Jacket trail ran parallel to Tyndall Creek and was equally entertaining. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLsfKnDSJon0vvgv8RleehAWpXAAnp5g5IA1gXOVhvGCD7gNGFppJl6UN4uU1Jg_tTRkk6XZbW7Lu9-Yah5YKgt6xgSZWu2aMMXkjwb-2ken0oAqS13BnCpqqQdZX_Cj3tv8C8pFmDhWo/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+084.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLsfKnDSJon0vvgv8RleehAWpXAAnp5g5IA1gXOVhvGCD7gNGFppJl6UN4uU1Jg_tTRkk6XZbW7Lu9-Yah5YKgt6xgSZWu2aMMXkjwb-2ken0oAqS13BnCpqqQdZX_Cj3tv8C8pFmDhWo/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695081110276220866" border="0" /></a> All of us were smiling at this point, even though we were now back on road 409 at the place we road past at about 10 am that morning. It was late afternoon now. We then went south down a different dirt road that would probably lead us South to The Silver Creek Plunge. This assumption again failed us. When the road hit a dead end, we took a very faint trail in our desired direction. This decision was brutally ill-advised, too. All of us went down another ravine and had to turn around at the bottom. Getting back to the top took all we had. Johnny led the way and it only took him one run to scale the rocky hill. The rest of us struggled. I couldn't help but start to worry about the gas we burned trying over and over to get back up this hill. Tagg laid his bike over and broke his clutch lever. Sweaty and tired, we eventually got back to where the road had dead-ended. Now we were really in trouble. There was no way we could get to any gas to refill our tanks. We could, however get to a main road to try and find help. </p><p class="MsoNormal">We got back to the main highway between Boise and Cascade at around 7pm. The traffic on the highway wasn't bad so we got into a single file line and headed South. Cars had to pass us often, but it was still light out so it wasn't much of a problem. Val was the first to run out of gas. Chad and I made it to the Banks intersection that leads East toward Lowman and Stanley. We knew we had to get help with our gas situation. Tagg visited a nearby county snowplow shed to see if we could have some gas while Chad and I put our thumb out in hopes of hitchhiking a ride into Garden Valley. A nice lady stopped and let me jump in the backseat with a bunch of pop bottles to fill with gas. The road to Garden Valley follows the river and is horrendously windy. Before I knew it, my face was pail, my body temperature was rising, and I was ready to throw up with motion sickness. I luckily made it to Garden Valley without throwing up, but I was ill. I laid on the gravel parking lot for several minutes to try and get my bearings back. Darkness was setting in.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">After I filled all of my bottles, it shouldn't have surprised me that no one wanted to give me a ride back to my friends. I watched dozens of cars pass me with my thumb out. My face was dirty and I looked like a gangster with all of my riding garb on. About 30 minutes later I heard the unmistakeable humming of a dirt bike coming my way. Johnny and Val managed to get some gas and ride into Garden Valley leaving Chad and Tagg back at the intersection. I jumped on the back of Val's bike with the gas bottles in my hand and we returned to save our comrades. We arrived back at the intersection as darkness was officially upon us. As we were gearing up to travel back to garden valley, a cop passed by and gave me peculiar stare. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6UtcEOorX6_I-XjfTmxxMQ-LilY-2d3QMxd3DcnFwzxZSTnLqkYWqiMHONgHwJ6JpK1yjpHtip1EYOWHKkyNqVPsBenId43QDhFQc2FCTh7z4QuoWoYsuRMPJnPuQSDFDeoJoUAGkps/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+201.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6UtcEOorX6_I-XjfTmxxMQ-LilY-2d3QMxd3DcnFwzxZSTnLqkYWqiMHONgHwJ6JpK1yjpHtip1EYOWHKkyNqVPsBenId43QDhFQc2FCTh7z4QuoWoYsuRMPJnPuQSDFDeoJoUAGkps/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695089503598597378" border="0" /></a>We waited for him to leave and then quickly set off. None of our bikes have headlights so we put LED headlamps on our foreheads so oncoming cars could see us. The cop set us up. He drove away for 5 minutes and then turned around knowing he would meet up with us. Immediately his flashers turned on and he had us.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Tagg is a police officer. During the truck ride to Cascade I asked him if it was ethical for an off duty officer to tell another police officer of his common occupation in order to avoid a citation. Tagg replied this was wrong and unfair to the public. Very unethical.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Well, this police officer wasn't pleased with us dirt bikers riding down his highway at night without headlights, without registration, without insurance, and without our licenses. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRC5lkzWq1U8gAM3wvcXglME5fk5jQ6SfPzNYDv-lOLS5wOtXFynAl4XrVkIH_7HMSKKE6PwsqWjtIxhIr89nG-8Fp_5grOV8GJM6zmWdVJrJIWoN5fZ9-2EDjzdvCHVfN6200QUKjsY/s1600/police.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRC5lkzWq1U8gAM3wvcXglME5fk5jQ6SfPzNYDv-lOLS5wOtXFynAl4XrVkIH_7HMSKKE6PwsqWjtIxhIr89nG-8Fp_5grOV8GJM6zmWdVJrJIWoN5fZ9-2EDjzdvCHVfN6200QUKjsY/s400/police.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695095084716326402" border="0" /></a>To make matters worse, I learned that he had given me that peculiar stare earlier because he believed I was concealing drug contraband in my backpack. After he obtained our IDs he got back into his jeep cherokee to figure out what to do with us. I looked at Tagg and asked, "any ideas?" After hesitation, he replied, "hold up my bike. I'll go talk to him." Three minutes later, we were receiving a police escort back to the gas station. I gotta believe Tagg didn't divulge that one of the riders in his party was a defense attorney.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Our situation at this point was still tenuous at best. Our bikes were full of gas, but we had another 40 miles to travel down the highway before we arrived at our lodging for the night. It was completely dark and chilly. None of us had anything more than a rain jacket. But we didn't have a choice, so we set off. Two hours of highway riding on a dirt bike destroys the morale of a group, especially in the cold dark. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUysP_J2erYVETyyQhcgT4TVsh9U-FgI-Dd9KGuhkdbQ3PUu5rF6BQRkuK7N0QXccaXXjQ3bSwRf50ltaBgBUiHJQ9_wLntv6eVyAAa938b0782qCoYMyxUOm9Ps70Zw9T2Z1n7lJ8Cbw/s1600/restaurant2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUysP_J2erYVETyyQhcgT4TVsh9U-FgI-Dd9KGuhkdbQ3PUu5rF6BQRkuK7N0QXccaXXjQ3bSwRf50ltaBgBUiHJQ9_wLntv6eVyAAa938b0782qCoYMyxUOm9Ps70Zw9T2Z1n7lJ8Cbw/s400/restaurant2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695103527769885474" border="0" /></a> We made it to the Sourdough Lodge nevertheless with nothing more exciting than a close run in with a deer. The owner of the lodge was nice enough to return to the office in the middle of the night to give us a key to our bungalow. He also opened his store so we could get some food. We bought a package of hot dogs and sodas.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Our little rental cabin had four bunks and a futon. The kitchen had no stove or microwave so we cooked the hot dogs precariously in the toaster. It worked. All of us hit the sac hard that night. I noticed once again that Johnny volunteered to take the uncomfortable futon. I didn't take any pictures of our cabin, probably because of my frustration with the day's outcome. We had ridden in excess of 150 miles; most of it on pavement. If there had been a vote to cast someone off the island at this point, no question the tribe would have picked me. I was the navigator and there wasn't much to be proud of. Day 2 sucked.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Day 3:</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEo8JR1TSBanAubtdU4UtGENdeGcaJ4hj3hvOenH-5gMSbG48SvRIUzqLCIBFZMjpgkVkn0ZC7PRQOaYAzicja4mzUrIL-Jir_bxtXiOQ8pRM6eovbtIV43lApMZATZG4Rwc1dh1ojoUA/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+002.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEo8JR1TSBanAubtdU4UtGENdeGcaJ4hj3hvOenH-5gMSbG48SvRIUzqLCIBFZMjpgkVkn0ZC7PRQOaYAzicja4mzUrIL-Jir_bxtXiOQ8pRM6eovbtIV43lApMZATZG4Rwc1dh1ojoUA/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695106246868149282" border="0" /></a>That next morning, the tribe nominated Johnny to take over navigating duties. Johnny took me aside and said, "Don't listen to these guys, you're doing fine." We were determined to make this day more fruitful. After filling up with gas at the Sourdough Lodge, day 3 started with a trail that shot out of the Lowman Valley like a cannonball. Tagg, Johnny, Chad and Val standing in front of the trail-head sign. This trail was a Blue Circle "more difficult" route.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qrvkARpNxkZ62lJpul4AVHe-H6hoZx4hrqTjCquGE7f2fyKPpgpBsDVxb9BObvJAMIVAJOpoUMmO4KiLXZjbV66eztEyaHga5yt66QCnySrvWbhnbU1YSzdfTgqFmMDL3_4awso_eAA/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+019.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qrvkARpNxkZ62lJpul4AVHe-H6hoZx4hrqTjCquGE7f2fyKPpgpBsDVxb9BObvJAMIVAJOpoUMmO4KiLXZjbV66eztEyaHga5yt66QCnySrvWbhnbU1YSzdfTgqFmMDL3_4awso_eAA/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695107128096042882" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxs-XseOq_V_vUzMeksXudLOPcaG2rNwNTSR1WlIDMimT9UlpDAvVS8tZfsi4hEjv1AO2hYWW6p6llmwIaWg_REdJx6AE9Akm7J3-eBhQsW3Fv-8knEJm0LHBj6z_ENO9Qz0PgkBSCXc/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+013.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxs-XseOq_V_vUzMeksXudLOPcaG2rNwNTSR1WlIDMimT9UlpDAvVS8tZfsi4hEjv1AO2hYWW6p6llmwIaWg_REdJx6AE9Akm7J3-eBhQsW3Fv-8knEJm0LHBj6z_ENO9Qz0PgkBSCXc/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695106528399290130" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiir-Ib-o5ouZXzx2DGXsP_pv4w-YNtZ2bQ9C5YKQDQaf90qwY-3Jmnd9RKUKuyQmlz90_wYuYD2LkInha_wpFJOar6R96mbHrsoSKqYynQrQJnlbIjQN6u21O1Y0i3d2AbYc4B2gP5Y-Y/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+006.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEo8JR1TSBanAubtdU4UtGENdeGcaJ4hj3hvOenH-5gMSbG48SvRIUzqLCIBFZMjpgkVkn0ZC7PRQOaYAzicja4mzUrIL-Jir_bxtXiOQ8pRM6eovbtIV43lApMZATZG4Rwc1dh1ojoUA/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+002.jpg"></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">The Warm Springs Ridge Trail went straight up the mountain via switchback after switchback. This was a technical spot that threw Johnny downhill. Funny stuff.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Taking a break on the sidehill looking out over Lowman. Unbelievable views.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9s1r-bODbFMqUp3MbvNSSWOXDYGki_QsjfqJam4_xAitrCUjRrjXe8-98jVuicJvycFMvHThZv5uSzcufbI6lV-EROth-Sj_m4Fqx6Fus22EkB4hUQ1c8X8d5HFGqXIQBjrauhkVbA-0/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+038.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9s1r-bODbFMqUp3MbvNSSWOXDYGki_QsjfqJam4_xAitrCUjRrjXe8-98jVuicJvycFMvHThZv5uSzcufbI6lV-EROth-Sj_m4Fqx6Fus22EkB4hUQ1c8X8d5HFGqXIQBjrauhkVbA-0/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695109813848206290" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The trail led to a campground. We stopped and relished in the great single track we were enjoying. Chad and I knew the majority of the riding would be single track so we geared our sprockets way down. Everyone else envied our ability to lug so slowly.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbp66V7ggB8MlEonH0ydB5yl_XbuOHGTS6RHNJP_HVUPoycVfLgUmO6KnWi7UZUY2r1ZKfJ7EF77qRZBiQyxBgaLrO0rt_rak67tgpLU7xB1bzLZiy0mfTREazxlRIyE8xtbT62ueQzI/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+035.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbp66V7ggB8MlEonH0ydB5yl_XbuOHGTS6RHNJP_HVUPoycVfLgUmO6KnWi7UZUY2r1ZKfJ7EF77qRZBiQyxBgaLrO0rt_rak67tgpLU7xB1bzLZiy0mfTREazxlRIyE8xtbT62ueQzI/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695109807151032930" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_ZZHSthMZLErZ-aAe7yVssOSEDfg7wQ0hjVNmFD-QN3igD0RjEc1ZLPMXMlOZCtElhOnyLji29Oz5bJX12SGl6te66pkfeQNhz1Od7Qnv2HIyXX8yXlmVPC4T7s4-Rg7VY96HUl3hX8/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+030.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_ZZHSthMZLErZ-aAe7yVssOSEDfg7wQ0hjVNmFD-QN3igD0RjEc1ZLPMXMlOZCtElhOnyLji29Oz5bJX12SGl6te66pkfeQNhz1Od7Qnv2HIyXX8yXlmVPC4T7s4-Rg7VY96HUl3hX8/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695109810874311586" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpI3pvSAcmzQ8iqj9I1n_Og9Qrt_KvrEAiK_ZzprQdfak9KE_EPFpXAkQvJxaeQsQ4qFMLy6vH8z8DWMlxV1bZCQq1N-iaegrCB5JqMLRVT32RyJPebxWCQoKGOqyiamBSLPY_U99K9w/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+024.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpI3pvSAcmzQ8iqj9I1n_Og9Qrt_KvrEAiK_ZzprQdfak9KE_EPFpXAkQvJxaeQsQ4qFMLy6vH8z8DWMlxV1bZCQq1N-iaegrCB5JqMLRVT32RyJPebxWCQoKGOqyiamBSLPY_U99K9w/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695109804982756786" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Chad and Johnny riding the ridgeline. This felt like we were in serious back country. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Me and Tagg taking a breather.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">This is Tagg jockeying his bike over another technical spot. His bike got a bit hot here, too. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-bu5BHkSVbsB0zVwVhDCNWlZV5PnBpNvUIQfkzfFiGZPWvx6XCIDK2_q-rXFug-JF87gZU0yEVnRufMK88VX9UL1kUcjSZMqp2VBVT6bH1RkT1M7B5E-FpqjtaIrmJJquJfoP2hhQAY/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+042.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-bu5BHkSVbsB0zVwVhDCNWlZV5PnBpNvUIQfkzfFiGZPWvx6XCIDK2_q-rXFug-JF87gZU0yEVnRufMK88VX9UL1kUcjSZMqp2VBVT6bH1RkT1M7B5E-FpqjtaIrmJJquJfoP2hhQAY/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695109815762491922" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">A look North from the trail and where we are headed.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-p-PRchnFuPOlf2xCh8OcMKJ1Q_YpCncjNxmuth7p_HUJ-kfYjRhVnG57glI9d2WLZBsWCkh1BKZ-TjsSpeB0xz2WcqF5TP75hcKSozihl2IftDOcSNL1BEZey2JOEqGX2-k7d2oTd0/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+061.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-p-PRchnFuPOlf2xCh8OcMKJ1Q_YpCncjNxmuth7p_HUJ-kfYjRhVnG57glI9d2WLZBsWCkh1BKZ-TjsSpeB0xz2WcqF5TP75hcKSozihl2IftDOcSNL1BEZey2JOEqGX2-k7d2oTd0/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695113582072362898" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mPe3_sjhGoYUlWP7Avi2JttDBVISUSSPpeWYWczk7lR3lNxKO-OxeLbx-igF9iHzbVxR02zTkqNRkEO6FJODzL_QWbYnhiFTV3gD8gZJoBr1U18piX0KgjbS1e9qsNble9mPlE2ypOU/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+057.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQ86VCPib36jmyKsZEaRfzaGa96uYh9MbRrjGMbmszjk_jRI1W52B9avTKTLBkVZr_HZZwfoFAEWpqZcaueAr2ajTQtuQ6j-YrMQGHzE-68yZmt8emI5ZEWASDo904C-ZjnV93hSeNRw/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+053.jpg"></a>We took a brief detour to check out Cat Paw lake. The landscape was peppered with little mountain lakes.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR5qJQB9XjUNffG8zYEg3M2LOUxIqI61_x58GOrmvoXfUkNSJEuZsXyUZQQP6EW4hFXzLrb1E_53gDimDj_aubSFJKDvwhgP9rMpuZLfHXcsvmA9VvBSPf3m-k8pMpgikUZFFnyxavN0U/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+046.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR5qJQB9XjUNffG8zYEg3M2LOUxIqI61_x58GOrmvoXfUkNSJEuZsXyUZQQP6EW4hFXzLrb1E_53gDimDj_aubSFJKDvwhgP9rMpuZLfHXcsvmA9VvBSPf3m-k8pMpgikUZFFnyxavN0U/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695318844837071570" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">Unbelievable trail riding here. This switchback led<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiRANmmznnvRLFQtkRllCzE0DbCmrFeEhXwLVDximbb_4YRMjhWmVP72JBsW18L-1NggYzWgdk2mk7GgMGPppiAPv3Mwnhdfo7b98hQthZND18xgmguOuSE4MPtRPSkW7iT0QLWX03KgY/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+050.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiRANmmznnvRLFQtkRllCzE0DbCmrFeEhXwLVDximbb_4YRMjhWmVP72JBsW18L-1NggYzWgdk2mk7GgMGPppiAPv3Mwnhdfo7b98hQthZND18xgmguOuSE4MPtRPSkW7iT0QLWX03KgY/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695319229542628754" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">down to a bridge.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkbgSK2UhaVx7ptqX5W90XaEGDY5ZGjfLf_KWZib_Shpp7PrLJtPkE3Wx2Lw3KE8kfhnpX4jFj_tSFSpI5_rt_OnPybiMt50LvZcocPcpZqNu_TBu0jVbaJjrdCTmVSwTQRISDvS1v6U/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+057.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkbgSK2UhaVx7ptqX5W90XaEGDY5ZGjfLf_KWZib_Shpp7PrLJtPkE3Wx2Lw3KE8kfhnpX4jFj_tSFSpI5_rt_OnPybiMt50LvZcocPcpZqNu_TBu0jVbaJjrdCTmVSwTQRISDvS1v6U/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695319636964894658" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">And beyond.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkoG2OdaR_zvOZFWa-gl6x8k-McS57cty_5hop_RCTugPJ_nNmyOJfzaEkUQ3sSvIBOSx1Ov-lZ-cxQeYNuHEkZoOueU8g6Y6rA-HduN6hVYBBpp_0SNdgEJ0alVHNZ9ynl7uNMNr_0aA/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+068.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkoG2OdaR_zvOZFWa-gl6x8k-McS57cty_5hop_RCTugPJ_nNmyOJfzaEkUQ3sSvIBOSx1Ov-lZ-cxQeYNuHEkZoOueU8g6Y6rA-HduN6hVYBBpp_0SNdgEJ0alVHNZ9ynl7uNMNr_0aA/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696603829849741570" border="0" /></a>The Warm Springs Ridge trail, like all good things eventually came to an end. We landed in a campground surrounded by small lakes including Big Trout Lake. I remember thinking at this time; no matter how hard I try, I can't wipe this grin off my face.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOUM532LWulwxSqia12EqkJUcXSTMCjfyj9TRCMX8vVf2o_iKT-GaETLzdnRJTTjAkRf82be4aLbOj327QxeMbBa52Ml0mQ7PwAEt7o53KUDLYncZ2V4wscug4AvQ-LES0OPiGYD7GRFU/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+072.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOUM532LWulwxSqia12EqkJUcXSTMCjfyj9TRCMX8vVf2o_iKT-GaETLzdnRJTTjAkRf82be4aLbOj327QxeMbBa52Ml0mQ7PwAEt7o53KUDLYncZ2V4wscug4AvQ-LES0OPiGYD7GRFU/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696606037209775106" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">From the campground we crossed the highway and embarked on some black diamond trails (Most Difficult). Bench Creek Trail to Swan Creek Trail and then to Elk Meadows Trail . The signs were pretty beat up and only a few could actually help with our navigation.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfwDBJxmGLsJkkqv7DAjhyCf9cRRA2c-wdYtS8fEA5M6LUVfBqfRl3PVqzZjF51Je-jpX76R-663QETNfyLn927LlfsYr5va3CT9hnyEvPn1rjeovDD_vEzAHyn6y3ZEwpt8h6AMPPxs/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+085.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfwDBJxmGLsJkkqv7DAjhyCf9cRRA2c-wdYtS8fEA5M6LUVfBqfRl3PVqzZjF51Je-jpX76R-663QETNfyLn927LlfsYr5va3CT9hnyEvPn1rjeovDD_vEzAHyn6y3ZEwpt8h6AMPPxs/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696607483369422578" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">We found this Boise National Forest sign in pieces on the ground during a brief rest. We pieced it back together so we could symbolically conquer it, like we did that forest.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCL4hwtQfMUhF1bMFE5r0arWktH6d6j2zxHpWG5ZngzGo_Jcp-iHjDYRxl3ToarzHr-cdf54vn-8jfUgyECO7nzvP9KwNF6eORvYdGntHJdLnG5Ye5ANYZ0OLNE8TjJ4x2uhulCiqtY0/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+105.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCL4hwtQfMUhF1bMFE5r0arWktH6d6j2zxHpWG5ZngzGo_Jcp-iHjDYRxl3ToarzHr-cdf54vn-8jfUgyECO7nzvP9KwNF6eORvYdGntHJdLnG5Ye5ANYZ0OLNE8TjJ4x2uhulCiqtY0/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696608549313378930" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I wish the angle was better for this picture, because this trail was steep, rocky, technical, and made for good laughs. Val was leading the way and forgot to pack some extra mojo. One by one we passed Val on difficult and narrow spots. We didn't realize it until we stopped for a break and everyone was there but Val. Even funnier than 4 people passing him, was the back tire excuse he tried to pull. (turns out Chad had the exact same tire) I'm still laughing out loud.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5xTSBDg7wOWaQSzWFqchS3jN8-1J2udKLiQNQto2r3vxKFsg_N571yj-vPWymVQ69WBpQfhiRvL-LtAS0V1EVINyffcECl19t67IO77rCWN5qvIw9ghfbZFPsf8ou2imwJOr7ORQKBM/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+130.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5xTSBDg7wOWaQSzWFqchS3jN8-1J2udKLiQNQto2r3vxKFsg_N571yj-vPWymVQ69WBpQfhiRvL-LtAS0V1EVINyffcECl19t67IO77rCWN5qvIw9ghfbZFPsf8ou2imwJOr7ORQKBM/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696610101155307266" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Next, we rode through Elk Meadows. Lusciously green with a few bogs to cross. This took us into Stanley for some long overdue dinner.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ELwsLj7T_UQAhd10sH76bddjV8SSrUZSOF-uG8FeCbBZQPUYpDN7XDrsnKgjxTsNDdhVQ61HGxKYVUHjhqSwAyu1eUbq89w5bIpoQcMsVSjw9do9vITiIgd__0mRpB-sIDEaEXOPjZw/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+174.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ELwsLj7T_UQAhd10sH76bddjV8SSrUZSOF-uG8FeCbBZQPUYpDN7XDrsnKgjxTsNDdhVQ61HGxKYVUHjhqSwAyu1eUbq89w5bIpoQcMsVSjw9do9vITiIgd__0mRpB-sIDEaEXOPjZw/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696611121134907218" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">We ate quickly and then decided in order to get to our next sleeping quarters, we'd have to ride some highway for about 20 miles. Once we arrived close to our day's destination, Clayton, we jumped off the highway and decided to try a brief loop. Once again I made a horrible navigation error. The Hermit Mine Trail was open and accessible according to my map. Either the trail hadn't been ridden in years, or the trail simply didn't exist. This didn't keep us from trying to find it, though.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxPJ5YmHCSQFNtPCXJlHt1URD1JKyGDtTCUIq5Y7Kb03I_dUgCcN7OzbotyMz1tXFxygAnjRd4irxBdbOJixw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>I think Johnny only had three get offs the whole ride, and I captured all of them. This video is classic. After searching for a trail for a few hours, we ran out of daylight and headed back out to the highway to find The May Family Ranch, our place to bed down for the night.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-U5tXUcr4PYacc8W_DfCwMnA9kualWXjmoa8fNTvgEGwbt3k3GyRt6ZyepBAYT_zG5wYmegkRtGSKmca4w4Iru3qsC6sKR834klBMpKro38-V8JRadLizgiSotZTKbsqUxk1Hv17LROI/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+198.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-U5tXUcr4PYacc8W_DfCwMnA9kualWXjmoa8fNTvgEGwbt3k3GyRt6ZyepBAYT_zG5wYmegkRtGSKmca4w4Iru3qsC6sKR834klBMpKro38-V8JRadLizgiSotZTKbsqUxk1Hv17LROI/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696621090171968434" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">Just before reaching the highway, Tagg's Suzuki bit the dust. This is Val towing Tagg to the May Family Ranch. Once again, not a lot of light left.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Day 3's riding was epic.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The May Family Ranch graciously allowed us to stay when I was making accommodations via the telephone a few weeks earlier. The Ranch was already booked for the night with a family reunion, but they made room for us.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">We pulled up to the May House and parked along their fence. Val, Chad and Tagg began assessing the Suzuki's damage, while Johnny agreed to accompany me to meet Mrs. May. We knocked on what appeared to be the front door without a response. I poked my head in the door and heard a stern voice from upstairs, "who's there? Well come in! I'm not going to hold your hand." What had I gotten us into?<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"> I looked at Johnny and read his thoughts like a book: These punk kids talked me into this damn trek. Navigation is horrible, accommodations..... at some random country home, and I'm too old for this sh!@#. Keep in mind Johnny is about twenty years older than the rest of us. If he was bitter, he had every right to be. But Johnny wasn't bitter. He was as amused as I was at the spontaneity of this trip.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_SIPWpJ6NVGwEWogTeC-t1ohuAi2dHNGpSGpFmOGyzkQaJfWWNGGYUJn7DtEBNdC57oN6-CTELVx6GIt9nphLuFtJdP4jDZB005G4iYGEnX2EjZeCjt_NiPmtAOOK6IulxuxvQc8-a3Q/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+207.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_SIPWpJ6NVGwEWogTeC-t1ohuAi2dHNGpSGpFmOGyzkQaJfWWNGGYUJn7DtEBNdC57oN6-CTELVx6GIt9nphLuFtJdP4jDZB005G4iYGEnX2EjZeCjt_NiPmtAOOK6IulxuxvQc8-a3Q/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696961787243283346" border="0" /></a>Johnny and I climbed the stairs and were met by Mrs. May as she was taking hot bread from the oven. It was a picture of heaven after living off of jerky and hot dogs for days. The Mays were so generous, they called us all in to the kitchen to sit and eat with them at <span style="font-style: italic;">their </span>table. All of us were filthy and smelled like a 6 month-old can of opened tuna fish. The food was amazing and the company was even better. The Mays were full of funny banter and made us all laugh while we fed our faces. They let us sleep in a barn-looking bunkhouse pictured here. Generally guests are required to bring their own sleeping bags, but we didn't have room so they hooked us up with bedding as well</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgzrUAA4hmJEZzpa3rBHkeWkEj29yvEuQ0sMz-tL_wqn94rzpPQCFEIjaR9klHtl0RoJKMYDvw7OfnFY_vCokzcjQRc0-JGfkcTYckEZjgHLVcvPn2FESBM_BBr_ETvh9fvK5n3cmkCA/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+009.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgzrUAA4hmJEZzpa3rBHkeWkEj29yvEuQ0sMz-tL_wqn94rzpPQCFEIjaR9klHtl0RoJKMYDvw7OfnFY_vCokzcjQRc0-JGfkcTYckEZjgHLVcvPn2FESBM_BBr_ETvh9fvK5n3cmkCA/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696967122706145442" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj1bMz54HOXIHOqTyfs2DGzbKkMCOXzvL1LsL9OYGpfWHGG9Ke0zMIt974HfQfOXD7cKbGJMmqkl-CrOoE1qrAmWYSUN7CLRiZEgUhlC3xlAvF2n5UWdxxnkkyZ9mpuUIMLtm5Iaf8hOY/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+012.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj1bMz54HOXIHOqTyfs2DGzbKkMCOXzvL1LsL9OYGpfWHGG9Ke0zMIt974HfQfOXD7cKbGJMmqkl-CrOoE1qrAmWYSUN7CLRiZEgUhlC3xlAvF2n5UWdxxnkkyZ9mpuUIMLtm5Iaf8hOY/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696965165741041010" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">Day 4:</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The next morning, the May generosity continued with homemade pancakes made by Mr. May. (Center). I'm sure he initially thought Johnny was our dad. The night before, we discovered Tagg's bike was finished. This picture encompasses his sentiment well.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"> You can tell Tagg's smile is a little flatter than the rest of ours. His professional tuneup a few days prior to departure was overrated. Mr. May agreed to give Tagg a ride to Challis so he could wait for the rest of us to arrive via single track again. I wish I could say Tagg didn't miss much, but Day 4 was every bit as awesome as Day 3.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLU7YDv2vVDsaNfUlGaN9JMtFDcDImGSSUtBve5XfXp-knX5DdP13J37AUIpVOkz3ACNZ_-UZ0iftU7lHD2hmZZpNX_OmL9SEP2p22acoR5drSdw1jch8LdWblmrRGDeK7dUeniZ_5itY/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+014.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLU7YDv2vVDsaNfUlGaN9JMtFDcDImGSSUtBve5XfXp-knX5DdP13J37AUIpVOkz3ACNZ_-UZ0iftU7lHD2hmZZpNX_OmL9SEP2p22acoR5drSdw1jch8LdWblmrRGDeK7dUeniZ_5itY/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696969011574246018" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Tagg did get a smile out of sabotaging Chad's backpack with a souvenir rock.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzQGjVsKOfOs9wZKNL0FaPmgPnCVmw2R8eHJEZgqkgtBbX-_Dy2GCWl_T0LsL5fE_yu41OfLpm4yw5fhT21YWVM_OniPtBEi3Jg7_mdoyirwpmwYOkGiz0RFri_MqJvDlksg5ccjXVGKg/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+024.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzQGjVsKOfOs9wZKNL0FaPmgPnCVmw2R8eHJEZgqkgtBbX-_Dy2GCWl_T0LsL5fE_yu41OfLpm4yw5fhT21YWVM_OniPtBEi3Jg7_mdoyirwpmwYOkGiz0RFri_MqJvDlksg5ccjXVGKg/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696969834128516962" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">For Day 4 we settled on the Peach Creek trail that started a few miles west of Clayton. It was an old logging road for the first 5 miles and then suddenly turned into a gnarly single track. There were tight switchbacks with a trail barely wide enough to hold a tire. This picture of Val is near the top. We then merged onto the most aptly named trail in Idaho: The Razor's Edge.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzbshMU7sPO779DhdhP13X6RSgcSLsnZkc9o148W4CINOBMB_XGrH5L_Th8VxBlD2GhbhrLk1Z2JDV9xbTNmzvqMC8ygAb5eWcecIfWLK33RRlZ3hr4ZDszwV_5Yr_E1ulQk3ZsX7IEI/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+119.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzbshMU7sPO779DhdhP13X6RSgcSLsnZkc9o148W4CINOBMB_XGrH5L_Th8VxBlD2GhbhrLk1Z2JDV9xbTNmzvqMC8ygAb5eWcecIfWLK33RRlZ3hr4ZDszwV_5Yr_E1ulQk3ZsX7IEI/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696973246310463714" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The trail followed this really narrow ridge with drop offs on either side. It lead to another fire lookout nestled at the top of the far peak.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIvTmXGRC45UkX-TvsGEMxzQ5-6ThjtAwnhyphenhypheneOHOKiUP13axarvw0KC6HRlPrI1wTpS6rJQx9hCvVWnyw_AR6NZHeQKYXcApXs_xMfhgJhu4U1boIRJV8lUbGSURWUBz0f4OjB0zTaHQ/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+128.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIvTmXGRC45UkX-TvsGEMxzQ5-6ThjtAwnhyphenhypheneOHOKiUP13axarvw0KC6HRlPrI1wTpS6rJQx9hCvVWnyw_AR6NZHeQKYXcApXs_xMfhgJhu4U1boIRJV8lUbGSURWUBz0f4OjB0zTaHQ/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696973991656732722" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">At this particular ledge, I just about lost my balance. This picture doesn't do the cliff justice but there is a scary drop here.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtpW58Qw1GPztzSUZubD_gTU3e_AjzTi33t3xHhWbBM7QgOAj_eYeFbN9G42NULivhGZhcbCHyWsT09uQkjopOcsUvN9i-bEJ2mJGiY0dD4zWudVzX_2S-kEGMQ9tolmCvSrSm4xyQE8Y/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+158.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtpW58Qw1GPztzSUZubD_gTU3e_AjzTi33t3xHhWbBM7QgOAj_eYeFbN9G42NULivhGZhcbCHyWsT09uQkjopOcsUvN9i-bEJ2mJGiY0dD4zWudVzX_2S-kEGMQ9tolmCvSrSm4xyQE8Y/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696974775884533538" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">This is Me, Johnny, and Chad atop the fire lookout. We could see for miles in all directions. Idaho has some spectacular mountains. I haven't seen many vistas that can compare to the Grand Tetons I view each morning from my front porch. But, this bird's eye view of the Sawtooths meandering clear to Challis was breathtaking. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ynlyN5l7fsznZOY67oVlgjrnzHIZZjYCY_lazFhbKPsajjvEQRXZlCRNAXmTICqDrH7cfrpEsnesk5lklyGKAVmmzC4jENyPkWZmmwPMqTJ18wU8ejb8bqqCgLUR78bfvEr1hTO5haU/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+049.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ynlyN5l7fsznZOY67oVlgjrnzHIZZjYCY_lazFhbKPsajjvEQRXZlCRNAXmTICqDrH7cfrpEsnesk5lklyGKAVmmzC4jENyPkWZmmwPMqTJ18wU8ejb8bqqCgLUR78bfvEr1hTO5haU/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696976685477457410" border="0" /></a>From the Razor's Edge, we headed North down the mountain. Here, we witnessed the only double black diamond on our trek. We traveled down the trail which made it much easier. I can't wait to return and try it going uphill next time. About the time we were furthest away from a road or civilization, Chad had an instant break down. It felt like someone had held down his kill switch, so we disconnected the wiring. It solved the problem for this day, but we'd later find out his stator was bad and needed replaced.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHSJHNCUGMRK3f5NVIvaN5Iz6k_lko3_COQYi6sz7eFDUQC3CtzKO6RYqbet4HdKPczpa160QpPzrD0SdIWXzkgzECeSvf7Ro0eyTtqqF86uGg1NezqKmrcbS0brUaserD5upDd4mBy4/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+070.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHSJHNCUGMRK3f5NVIvaN5Iz6k_lko3_COQYi6sz7eFDUQC3CtzKO6RYqbet4HdKPczpa160QpPzrD0SdIWXzkgzECeSvf7Ro0eyTtqqF86uGg1NezqKmrcbS0brUaserD5upDd4mBy4/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696978495169736530" border="0" /></a>In the afternoon, clouds and a slight drizzle made the conditions perfect. The last single track of the trip included a loop of McKay Creek to Aspen Creek. What a riot. Here is a <a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uy34yIBReII">link to a youtube</a> video of part of it.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBuXoTWb_KBc1lVJLKCmkqrW2IU1xy8A1kA5TUti7F1UWd6HaGRF-ir6IG1QqapGxI0vnP3f9Pz39WntOVUR7ZCJn-7VfKtoNKIqkvydeNyosbYpnIMeetKX9h8_RqYX4siDueJ8uqDo/s1600/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+107.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBuXoTWb_KBc1lVJLKCmkqrW2IU1xy8A1kA5TUti7F1UWd6HaGRF-ir6IG1QqapGxI0vnP3f9Pz39WntOVUR7ZCJn-7VfKtoNKIqkvydeNyosbYpnIMeetKX9h8_RqYX4siDueJ8uqDo/s400/Dirt+bike+trip+2011+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696980246097909026" border="0" /></a>Late afternoon we arrived in Challis and met Tagg at the Challis LDS chapel. Again, notice the expression on Tagg's face. The rest of us had perma-grin, I still have perma-grin as write this 6 months after the fact.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">A few weeks after we returned from this adventure, I was commissioned to give a lesson on friends in church. I've had my share of fair-weather friends--and I'm sure some think of me as a fair weather friend. But, as I prepared my lesson, I couldn't help trying to understand why Dad has such a love for Johnny.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I've learned, after asking, about many good deeds Johnny has done for our family over the years. Too many to count. He drove his semi truck all the way to Arizona one time to help us move back to Idaho. Another time he gave financial help to us in our time of need. What for? I'm sure Dad has come to Johnny's aid, too. But, of course I haven't heard about those events either because of the unwritten rule of true friendship -- good deeds aren't done for notoriety or reward, but because of the brotherly love that exists.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I still don't get it, but I do know that this ride was phenomenal. It had all the ingredients for a lifetime memory: beautiful vistas, laughter, spontaneity and tribulation. I hope I've got the cajones to follow four immature idiots on a mountainous adventure when I'm 55. It also gave me a glimpse of my dad's true friend.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">From Challis, we loaded the bikes and drove to Idaho Falls. When we arrived at Boozer's gas station to unload the bikes and go our separate ways, the rain was coming down hard and fast. The kind of miserable rain that instantly drenches you. For one last laugh, we rochambeau'ed to see who had to get out and unload all the bikes in the rain. It was all or nothing. As luck would have it, Tagg lost. All of us exploded with hysterical laughter at his misfortune. Tagg reluctantly got out and slammed the door behind him so he didn't have to hear the hysteria. About two seconds later, Johnny slipped out of the truck to help. It was there, that I got to watch the literal, and figurative distinction play out between a fair weather friend and a true friend. <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Like I said, Heroes and true friends can't always be distinguished.</p>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-15175279400367839932012-01-07T15:35:00.000-08:002012-01-07T15:44:05.682-08:00BABY MEADOW!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0pMH5PgOFs-jqO9DcQgIGGD2AiC5T_Devjt28KW1TQYQl3uqdGMGMzmuazM7HBFcYcyUadkVi2mnhkf6onEd4RlGVelEFmKvuckNY8DATVvAQivZd1HgNJM34INDy26fxFiCcAKqMe7c/s1600/394022_10150459938492876_308108592875_8742758_78728027_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0pMH5PgOFs-jqO9DcQgIGGD2AiC5T_Devjt28KW1TQYQl3uqdGMGMzmuazM7HBFcYcyUadkVi2mnhkf6onEd4RlGVelEFmKvuckNY8DATVvAQivZd1HgNJM34INDy26fxFiCcAKqMe7c/s320/394022_10150459938492876_308108592875_8742758_78728027_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695039758833302866" border="0" /></a><br />Baby Meadow Bonnie Eddins is here! She weighed 7 lbs 8 oz. and was 19 inches long. Avery got an epidural, but the meds didn't have time to kick in. Therefore, Ave had this one all but naturally. All you old grandmas have nothing on my wife.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVlMj8exGFpps7TynpueOn1blbg6YU0R-ztrWwNAqbqaRPSjl03Yr-1m1oHjwMopANZuBsq7saNmKuFBodgtlITrVAHY6ZvClCdDmdhV7qb8PA5_jwXAXMnWXW-8R44fiH_9Xbx2ov9g/s1600/385054_10150459938707876_308108592875_8742759_54009911_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVlMj8exGFpps7TynpueOn1blbg6YU0R-ztrWwNAqbqaRPSjl03Yr-1m1oHjwMopANZuBsq7saNmKuFBodgtlITrVAHY6ZvClCdDmdhV7qb8PA5_jwXAXMnWXW-8R44fiH_9Xbx2ov9g/s320/385054_10150459938707876_308108592875_8742759_54009911_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695039888613598866" border="0" /></a>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-32819350424648967582011-03-10T07:39:00.000-08:002011-03-10T07:41:46.252-08:00What a great weekend with Les and Kevin<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gr_BmSTiFPw?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"></iframe>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-84224277653612868542011-01-25T08:21:00.000-08:002011-01-25T08:47:03.464-08:00Eddins Christmas 2010!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpVhdA-E2SgXD5_sxdi4UIfnLLY8fKB4zG5Nfe8uS_Q-CrI2FNRTVAY-zIDsgYj5Yyc6OilzgzC9320DESARbQ-0ErJR5x5CSvxZ_Qk3ZKGjuGzShyzcGzlIPeEECTVlajqQsRSa4D7pE/s1600/045.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpVhdA-E2SgXD5_sxdi4UIfnLLY8fKB4zG5Nfe8uS_Q-CrI2FNRTVAY-zIDsgYj5Yyc6OilzgzC9320DESARbQ-0ErJR5x5CSvxZ_Qk3ZKGjuGzShyzcGzlIPeEECTVlajqQsRSa4D7pE/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566160551445791378" border="0" /></a><br />What a great Christmas we had this year! We have really enjoyed having BOTH sets of grandparents come for Christmas Eve and spend the night- our kids feel like they're the favorites! <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqaYE6SDXPhkHPjqwIPFqYUGYzcTi-b5YiO5B1sNaQdYJU89OSh33caOgW6RLeDAJ2ysK_fRtQV5zPmHOAiTSHH2LeCGgK6WvVFuy_6y9GgIw94W3IGDzpMZ4w5r7oX02p-X4R5pJlUM/s1600/046.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqaYE6SDXPhkHPjqwIPFqYUGYzcTi-b5YiO5B1sNaQdYJU89OSh33caOgW6RLeDAJ2ysK_fRtQV5zPmHOAiTSHH2LeCGgK6WvVFuy_6y9GgIw94W3IGDzpMZ4w5r7oX02p-X4R5pJlUM/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566160465992207618" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi5Ssut4clUccif2dXcQgLgB34nd5l6G9sZUnhZwjbrF5OB_alo3IixdLl6q3x0NjLU97qdcsgfdonEWnhoTM-HMrxvnKA3VtrxwRPMsIC2K0K32EeXzDrJqamSTgVqCclwAAwG4rMSdA/s1600/044.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi5Ssut4clUccif2dXcQgLgB34nd5l6G9sZUnhZwjbrF5OB_alo3IixdLl6q3x0NjLU97qdcsgfdonEWnhoTM-HMrxvnKA3VtrxwRPMsIC2K0K32EeXzDrJqamSTgVqCclwAAwG4rMSdA/s320/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566160359728058978" border="0" /></a><br />We had a lot of people at our house for a lot of days, but that's the way I like it- Thanks everyone for all the great times and for helping out with food and everything else- I'm especially talking to you, Myrna! (My mom- in- law- she is wonderful at all times, and truly amazing)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4o8JctlGM5qvp5gbgMWoovWww1jKLiAUiAcfB-12o2sB_SHG3b5zuR9U_XSd-235aXmZAHj6P-CkJStrKLWtFDXWNukCcuNl-Xj_fnuj2AaoX5afS4TNbbIIYxHLLsd5lBPo5zFOIkBI/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4o8JctlGM5qvp5gbgMWoovWww1jKLiAUiAcfB-12o2sB_SHG3b5zuR9U_XSd-235aXmZAHj6P-CkJStrKLWtFDXWNukCcuNl-Xj_fnuj2AaoX5afS4TNbbIIYxHLLsd5lBPo5zFOIkBI/s320/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566160261737530898" border="0" /></a><br />River was pretty excited about this BB gun that Santa brought him- no eyes have been shot out so far! He also got a fish tank full of colorful fish that he has been taking really good care of- he is a great dad to those fish, even though we did loose 2 of the 5 within the first few days.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYRXBD_RX_jsn46wL0c0120U-BuC0hHzQ3pQr5fkGSexdTOQbZeBpu8RBqmFBJKevj8NgzNenKJD37w2zifTCmUmcyRr3o0YDGR2Twnwo8c5s4NAtyp12sL4czPy3Q1PzUPLebanjTUHs/s1600/042.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYRXBD_RX_jsn46wL0c0120U-BuC0hHzQ3pQr5fkGSexdTOQbZeBpu8RBqmFBJKevj8NgzNenKJD37w2zifTCmUmcyRr3o0YDGR2Twnwo8c5s4NAtyp12sL4czPy3Q1PzUPLebanjTUHs/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566160139286064354" border="0" /></a><br />All Boston wanted for Christmas was a pillow pet- as did every other kid in America. Man, I wish I would have thought of that idea first...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aeTeUdzSbiOKvQ-aQ02ORROzmbB5atalp31TxmHLF6YKP2CeDhh9jDIKlASfOrgYd6doGvduhiQert6bV-3B6xsjtciG9kGL-A0h842JLfa4cA8ISlmKWiMwqBRF_Bam64Z-eNfJu7w/s1600/041.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aeTeUdzSbiOKvQ-aQ02ORROzmbB5atalp31TxmHLF6YKP2CeDhh9jDIKlASfOrgYd6doGvduhiQert6bV-3B6xsjtciG9kGL-A0h842JLfa4cA8ISlmKWiMwqBRF_Bam64Z-eNfJu7w/s320/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566160008051272914" border="0" /></a><br />And the best, most loved gift of all went to Simon- He lovingly calls it - "Big Red", and rides it around the house everyday and still hates it when someone even thinks about riding it. He actually got a ton of other stuff, but you wouldn't know it because this is his one true love. I have never seen a kid more obsessed with motorbikes than him! Look out Nitro Circus 2030!<br /><br /><br />I know I am terrible at blogging, and even when I do, my attempts are lame and short- so if anyone has any great tips or ideas to make this easier- let me know! I would love to do better at this myself, or, if I could pay someone to keep up my blog, that would be preferable. I also need help on changing my background- at least my fall backdrop is right once a year, right? <br /></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-53053547331329499012010-05-31T21:45:00.000-07:002010-05-31T22:15:48.523-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">What's been happening with the Eddins'? A lot, but I haven't blogged about any of it for a while. Here are a couple of highlights:<br /></span><br /></span><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5f1p43zSn0o0cuYGdxTPtpToC5GrKKzh6eovGHE_-7X8SUEMUq2yxHStMMp_23KtcgeuqKqoqRLv51k701hNk4SMqF-9dbtB5Zxf8jfFiI_WAwP09XChetZhceq3JzZ3n8CsqdFAZVY/s1600/May+2010+003.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477662749714600866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5f1p43zSn0o0cuYGdxTPtpToC5GrKKzh6eovGHE_-7X8SUEMUq2yxHStMMp_23KtcgeuqKqoqRLv51k701hNk4SMqF-9dbtB5Zxf8jfFiI_WAwP09XChetZhceq3JzZ3n8CsqdFAZVY/s320/May+2010+003.jpg" border="0" /></span> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;">Boston graduated from Preschool last week! He will be going in to Kindergarten this fall, and I cannot wait. He is going to do very well I think because he is a smart kid. His preschool teacher has been wonderful and so fun and does such creative things with her class- I wish she was teaching kindergarten next year. I can't believe my Baby B is going off to school!<br /></span></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVspRmTpbANkqMi343CR-cEL8TMKirHOnj9iwbG_O2Hi_e9_KfpDwJew-sNByp0w2OLU2iTPIyVH_UYPbqYmPxlTiTdE6n7P95x5RCfalUOPXbuitJFl5vAwmSNv4oH3T1knBwgVZuH4E/s1600/May+2010+002.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477662635131171314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVspRmTpbANkqMi343CR-cEL8TMKirHOnj9iwbG_O2Hi_e9_KfpDwJew-sNByp0w2OLU2iTPIyVH_UYPbqYmPxlTiTdE6n7P95x5RCfalUOPXbuitJFl5vAwmSNv4oH3T1knBwgVZuH4E/s320/May+2010+002.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"> Classic Boston face.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTYTtSfnxPh5ueo0vFaxpN57RogkHKM_0F5o679rwHCNng4rXNtjb58UQZ24glvbnf3gooHC57bRU0BeHGhvNSkrukoFIipCloBI735eq9bh4ds3zFcbUkkAjMp5nkl6p8qIppdoe2Dk/s1600/Jan+2010+014.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477662317802558178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTYTtSfnxPh5ueo0vFaxpN57RogkHKM_0F5o679rwHCNng4rXNtjb58UQZ24glvbnf3gooHC57bRU0BeHGhvNSkrukoFIipCloBI735eq9bh4ds3zFcbUkkAjMp5nkl6p8qIppdoe2Dk/s320/Jan+2010+014.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffcc;"> </span><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Another highlight that is WAY over due- Simon turned 2 on Feb. 2nd! We just had a little party here with the Williams and G&G Hawkes and Cody & Brittany. Simon was obsessed with Elmo at the time, so I tried my best to make a cute Elmo cake- and even though Elmo is pink instead of red, Simon loved it anyway. It was a fun day and we have never seen him so excited about anything.<br /></span><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9av_CQHRzuPgsPhPOyng878JE3H3xr5pbudaQ9G7e5zF_ghpHsRgtM5QYgH4aFpTNIiQVFHPNAh0nfvs3rmqkrnUiHkd4f-KJhWuAQmdJu0eZiohjP7sglvhXpdnIjLx_XZwFmUtiDKE/s1600/Jan+2010+019.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477662193479075858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9av_CQHRzuPgsPhPOyng878JE3H3xr5pbudaQ9G7e5zF_ghpHsRgtM5QYgH4aFpTNIiQVFHPNAh0nfvs3rmqkrnUiHkd4f-KJhWuAQmdJu0eZiohjP7sglvhXpdnIjLx_XZwFmUtiDKE/s320/Jan+2010+019.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffcc;"> </span><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">This was his face when he opened the grand finale gift from Grandma- Elmo Live! He screamed <span style="font-size:180%;">"Elmo!!!!"</span> when he saw it, and he could not stop smiling and clapping all afternoon. That was a great moment, and it would only be better if I had gotten it on video.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Y_gBmjQgdSjY-OJPPuUHyaCO_M_n-2nh6kijk8MGe1NvE8X1aRsh61o7YRfHw51Dum0ioTwyJffY6AGRDm48aNA_HRn8k8d1PiQZy-b4ANzQzDCYUD4UPrpbaFGecXx1FDJbS64Ekps/s1600/Jan+2010+015.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477662030633303906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Y_gBmjQgdSjY-OJPPuUHyaCO_M_n-2nh6kijk8MGe1NvE8X1aRsh61o7YRfHw51Dum0ioTwyJffY6AGRDm48aNA_HRn8k8d1PiQZy-b4ANzQzDCYUD4UPrpbaFGecXx1FDJbS64Ekps/s320/Jan+2010+015.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffcc;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Cute cousins! As you can see, Simon is still smiling so hard his cheeks are about to explode.<br /></span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-23327955784232019692009-12-09T21:07:00.000-08:002009-12-09T21:25:30.099-08:00First, I must mention the pie...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiuoCNykPxY8anMHWIFTjE1AS0sZB90-iXpOhLDgr3YM01sPX_HL3DMI6olsT4puf1nn8ixxcmag35oXNhvuvJwHBFQPD_RYGJiz3UfXyiV6FCjoW4JDhOPDNCqQ5qampfDV5hc1roZQ/s1600-h/100_3112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413470888382291602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiuoCNykPxY8anMHWIFTjE1AS0sZB90-iXpOhLDgr3YM01sPX_HL3DMI6olsT4puf1nn8ixxcmag35oXNhvuvJwHBFQPD_RYGJiz3UfXyiV6FCjoW4JDhOPDNCqQ5qampfDV5hc1roZQ/s320/100_3112.JPG" border="0" /></a> My very first Key Lime Pie- everything from scratch! This pie was heavenly, and it would have been nice to have a second piece if Chad had not walked off with all the leftovers after dinner. That's ok, I'll just have to make another one<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtw0bQIJr705YPssM9YVtyeARgNJuAGr1nwbT99kvFPNnt-GLDy4Ux_p-N8i8bVCwanPE1o8ptnJCWG6Nt0gwmYCKaHFKmBvd9uUKSD9eKFNXSYrF7hJi4WfEjN4rq7w870jdEn-dCk0/s1600-h/100_3130.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413470728692833650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtw0bQIJr705YPssM9YVtyeARgNJuAGr1nwbT99kvFPNnt-GLDy4Ux_p-N8i8bVCwanPE1o8ptnJCWG6Nt0gwmYCKaHFKmBvd9uUKSD9eKFNXSYrF7hJi4WfEjN4rq7w870jdEn-dCk0/s320/100_3130.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEw4CPFvpQA3-F8LtKZ3F9dqE0d9LyrX1PmcRQEkz_S163F1sOHMY5UoRplvVfD2QQRmyRqYTWvyrU8LdQ-qBdrynn8jfMLhCLUdtGbRPkf-SLHVUBoe-lQKED7oHdMX31KuOnl7a_sz8/s1600-h/100_3127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413470532241865506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEw4CPFvpQA3-F8LtKZ3F9dqE0d9LyrX1PmcRQEkz_S163F1sOHMY5UoRplvVfD2QQRmyRqYTWvyrU8LdQ-qBdrynn8jfMLhCLUdtGbRPkf-SLHVUBoe-lQKED7oHdMX31KuOnl7a_sz8/s320/100_3127.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJwmHCLOq_u5oUmU2mr0PvWLcfdvU9N6QUouoayWYwRO2mEmFhhbXfOks8iUZFccc2uc0OH7ly-KUm0ql0t72uKkh-svBI97OMxpIxQOTexIX7a9yhAD6H79l6RNbXYgAZ0d68dP5dFs/s1600-h/100_3119.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413470114849229602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJwmHCLOq_u5oUmU2mr0PvWLcfdvU9N6QUouoayWYwRO2mEmFhhbXfOks8iUZFccc2uc0OH7ly-KUm0ql0t72uKkh-svBI97OMxpIxQOTexIX7a9yhAD6H79l6RNbXYgAZ0d68dP5dFs/s320/100_3119.JPG" border="0" /></a> Simon loves to lay by Faren every night before he goes to bed. His Daddy is his favorite person.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-15054564180220601892009-11-11T16:15:00.000-08:002009-11-11T16:43:54.885-08:00Fall 2009<div align="center">Finally an update! Here's the latest with the Eddins'. </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPpYth20NgeA-Rg8ck9H9lPR8By97yQqobjNHbTtA5UuYtaGkrPmo9FR4si6l1rxtsQIiLvOAJL-OBVGoJkETmanGiV0RYfcD9-bR4aP36BFUBpXiylf_iJjyB5Uh7KlYYyI9z2DJrcoo/s1600-h/100_3096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403008522107688978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPpYth20NgeA-Rg8ck9H9lPR8By97yQqobjNHbTtA5UuYtaGkrPmo9FR4si6l1rxtsQIiLvOAJL-OBVGoJkETmanGiV0RYfcD9-bR4aP36BFUBpXiylf_iJjyB5Uh7KlYYyI9z2DJrcoo/s320/100_3096.JPG" border="0" /></a> Boston, Simon, River... Aren't they cute?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9X745tjVjqWqmM5OYbXNsOvoBd_aCKL5G81PdH8H-dvYtgN5EwYR44fHMbAOD2pPG9LiJhpP_Ilr-ulr4LmMQU2XQihClk5tfTYzWQ8xP3iXgoC4XONB3Pjwh74b8EDFB-AZIibw008/s1600-h/100_3090.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403007713013910354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9X745tjVjqWqmM5OYbXNsOvoBd_aCKL5G81PdH8H-dvYtgN5EwYR44fHMbAOD2pPG9LiJhpP_Ilr-ulr4LmMQU2XQihClk5tfTYzWQ8xP3iXgoC4XONB3Pjwh74b8EDFB-AZIibw008/s320/100_3090.JPG" border="0" /></a> Halloween 2009. After all the craziness, Simon broke into Boston's bag. Caught red handed!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRmZOwxq_rfVsijG3Iza578F-YrjE5L1i5JPuVL2Tn7DVz8dZgboo11TFNMQW7XIO4r6H86ERDU5JiVJWeQHFbUsl8MW2AuXTecnnDhK9_sUC2-gmVbIJFTjQL_FBSlHoutvNpQoNrgI/s1600-h/100_3091.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403007511386789170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRmZOwxq_rfVsijG3Iza578F-YrjE5L1i5JPuVL2Tn7DVz8dZgboo11TFNMQW7XIO4r6H86ERDU5JiVJWeQHFbUsl8MW2AuXTecnnDhK9_sUC2-gmVbIJFTjQL_FBSlHoutvNpQoNrgI/s320/100_3091.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's our scary ghost and the loot he made off with.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkR2gMIC1vhGw36uc0TS7sWvN5BG3aod5bT0TiLgXxuuacTejsLscwheCkLlkgpaZae1oGy69KhLuE3DGjQO1sa_MkeyITKyP2TTdU3xdHDSklOhF6TwbG0kvgsjcfszvvjIwpRAG2VY/s1600-h/100_3088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403007229805157762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkR2gMIC1vhGw36uc0TS7sWvN5BG3aod5bT0TiLgXxuuacTejsLscwheCkLlkgpaZae1oGy69KhLuE3DGjQO1sa_MkeyITKyP2TTdU3xdHDSklOhF6TwbG0kvgsjcfszvvjIwpRAG2VY/s320/100_3088.JPG" border="0" /></a> Boston was supposed to be dressed like a jellyfish for Halloween, but he refused to wear the big hat all night. (Really, who can blame him?) He ended up looking like one of the Blue Man Group from Las Vegas.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_PR5Z4qwXjPPUrYADm1OGzaRkZjwaLJ6q2YvYDMjVM9kaC6mdR7IOjN46D-b3qt9sJOMzhRC2YNhgMBZHL3bdJtH-5aHnyebO3VkWCyMFFex8Yng14Auw0wNB28tOvLbJIqbRFtf080/s1600-h/100_3085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403006805160431730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_PR5Z4qwXjPPUrYADm1OGzaRkZjwaLJ6q2YvYDMjVM9kaC6mdR7IOjN46D-b3qt9sJOMzhRC2YNhgMBZHL3bdJtH-5aHnyebO3VkWCyMFFex8Yng14Auw0wNB28tOvLbJIqbRFtf080/s320/100_3085.JPG" border="0" /></a> My only shot of the costumes before Boston lost the hat for good.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_2oV_Pgq_L_7s0Gt8zuH91gRh6M_ZfPLTLcAJa42PZ85a5KTKZOdQPDPr-7RZT_-ZoTdb5lIidRG0e0zs9Rm4KcGg-j6gDx8mcEq1tWKWst8Vio5YHyCae0n8EPn0u2KPvyCuANjjOc/s1600-h/100_3084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403006368721325234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_2oV_Pgq_L_7s0Gt8zuH91gRh6M_ZfPLTLcAJa42PZ85a5KTKZOdQPDPr-7RZT_-ZoTdb5lIidRG0e0zs9Rm4KcGg-j6gDx8mcEq1tWKWst8Vio5YHyCae0n8EPn0u2KPvyCuANjjOc/s320/100_3084.JPG" border="0" /></a> River is so proud of his pumpkins<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHBc10jck752aWD1ByHHkceUr4QeUGgh5XCwa50g8UQ4vB_wvHnaw8Kxlcb_rIl30t5sOF1rMcOfZcKQs3i3Q1FATHNrWvr4kwTsx33GdPIEWzdrfWbvwKVcb0mRNxFCxl2aOljTaqKKM/s1600-h/100_3075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403005985374404386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHBc10jck752aWD1ByHHkceUr4QeUGgh5XCwa50g8UQ4vB_wvHnaw8Kxlcb_rIl30t5sOF1rMcOfZcKQs3i3Q1FATHNrWvr4kwTsx33GdPIEWzdrfWbvwKVcb0mRNxFCxl2aOljTaqKKM/s320/100_3075.JPG" border="0" /></a> Carving pumpkins with the Williams girls<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-jyoQKBQZ6FhLS10b_B4qJEfs8JCCNSHYYq_8dcrRB4_w2SQkASXUkEwxuGe9m4ADamsAHFeXORrD-3zHKmwmGo_V7JBf1wOjDBKebXX4ZBKCYFMmq6mMQQSWxe2uPP72I1NkYDiX64/s1600-h/100_3066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403005707635969170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-jyoQKBQZ6FhLS10b_B4qJEfs8JCCNSHYYq_8dcrRB4_w2SQkASXUkEwxuGe9m4ADamsAHFeXORrD-3zHKmwmGo_V7JBf1wOjDBKebXX4ZBKCYFMmq6mMQQSWxe2uPP72I1NkYDiX64/s320/100_3066.JPG" border="0" /></a> Simee<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMgHYq-uFqbFzVd24fichDG2Hsyh77OPF3y_Rb3goke6Ey8eq3AMZ8Dz0H1gWZNGueNKfrxRsr5x0lgHjtPXTw_paEYKLYvy3mXyfa2YfSgsEf3T2_07cGUGZEQ6pN5X4qizJc4tWwE54/s1600-h/100_3064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403004953594826594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMgHYq-uFqbFzVd24fichDG2Hsyh77OPF3y_Rb3goke6Ey8eq3AMZ8Dz0H1gWZNGueNKfrxRsr5x0lgHjtPXTw_paEYKLYvy3mXyfa2YfSgsEf3T2_07cGUGZEQ6pN5X4qizJc4tWwE54/s320/100_3064.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here we have it- photographic proof that the Eddins actually do sometimes have Family Home Evening! Send this one to the Proph!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-67808035149189880822009-09-14T18:36:00.000-07:002009-09-14T19:25:52.821-07:00My favorite passtime<div align="center">I (Avery) have rediscovered my favorite passion in my life- going to see live music! A couple months ago I went to an Indigo Girls concert in SLC with my best cousin and friend Jasmine. I loved it so much and I was amazed at how good I felt just being there. I love being in the crowd of people I don't know who look and dress very different from what I'm used to seeing everyday. Last week I went to see Brandi Carlile and it was equally great. I just stand there and marvel at how talented she is and what an amazing voice she has. And thanks to my great sis in law Lataun for making my whole trip possible by watching my kids and letting me feel 18 again! I owe you big- so thanks.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0P6a-c1KBHIrQBnolM7HJBBuG7ClQVrwNMkHUdI-1ofopQ-CqA_1tqddga4RjHntO6_-t1o0UK7ICHD715INEkX6_Hrx_8Im6NrEyn5usnMkBjAZWb35PenJyxIEsbNSNEmmY72yM5-U/s1600-h/brandi+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381502988270172994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0P6a-c1KBHIrQBnolM7HJBBuG7ClQVrwNMkHUdI-1ofopQ-CqA_1tqddga4RjHntO6_-t1o0UK7ICHD715INEkX6_Hrx_8Im6NrEyn5usnMkBjAZWb35PenJyxIEsbNSNEmmY72yM5-U/s320/brandi+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Brandi Carlile- Beauiful voice, beautiful person- I highly reccomend her music to anyone.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO67pigCb9klUv9p3c9Fn6TN1pevLHrf5d0V1FLYn01rNOeFiiJswjhfNjqa9efvl_gsTkQjMtghIKogGHfnPasACyo-L5eH5UNbEiV3hqxwzOf0vqsigQ91vN0rV8B6UYEJJ5OtMnuc4/s1600-h/brandi+concert.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381502872026953650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO67pigCb9klUv9p3c9Fn6TN1pevLHrf5d0V1FLYn01rNOeFiiJswjhfNjqa9efvl_gsTkQjMtghIKogGHfnPasACyo-L5eH5UNbEiV3hqxwzOf0vqsigQ91vN0rV8B6UYEJJ5OtMnuc4/s320/brandi+concert.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jasmine and I- she is my favorite person in the whole world- besides Faren of course- I hope to someday live next door to her and her husband Kevin and spend every day together! Ok, maybe that's too much of a good thing...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvnekPxxx-Y85uMqa8u1ZLxbZbulcJXYn2LhWWCMduW3OvNWm50vzyR4O4aLWXT0XQNJLRMes91qzBHsHUvSXuORPzFr0N-p6BZWprx6OrG3ljBdxGvGCLhIgH-Vs7aLMekmB8BBBFYE/s1600-h/brandi4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381502693350341170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvnekPxxx-Y85uMqa8u1ZLxbZbulcJXYn2LhWWCMduW3OvNWm50vzyR4O4aLWXT0XQNJLRMes91qzBHsHUvSXuORPzFr0N-p6BZWprx6OrG3ljBdxGvGCLhIgH-Vs7aLMekmB8BBBFYE/s320/brandi4.jpg" border="0" /></a> We were so close to the stage, which made it even better.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqIkyi0ZaonVWV72-LX_lrrSbiXmawfxO_t3xhKkpq3JrE0YRqH57MQ5-xMgbtOzWOVPZzkqB9ANLO4aljfnUong8RHT0-EXHwZx50PJ05SeTn0ZK80M0bnupJFzrP3fMqCuv3lconY0/s1600-h/100_3009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381502572467151826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqIkyi0ZaonVWV72-LX_lrrSbiXmawfxO_t3xhKkpq3JrE0YRqH57MQ5-xMgbtOzWOVPZzkqB9ANLO4aljfnUong8RHT0-EXHwZx50PJ05SeTn0ZK80M0bnupJFzrP3fMqCuv3lconY0/s320/100_3009.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's my update on Simon. We went 4 wheeling on Saturday with some friends and Simon did a face plant down their ramp which had the texture of a cheese grater. He cried for about 30 sec., then he kept trying to do it again. This kid will be lucky to get through life with all his limbs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif0Z3Fm4iEwSzOgCkrIy5bOORjv1486QM0yCcPJaw8CqIefFgCW2SBz0R3-RsFsbrPg0DOZufCvdBkjDlHh3m-Gv-vyj92ON3nMqirpl9pVaTaPvgnV_SXlw-V_kGfRafCJ00fecrw6_k/s1600-h/100_3008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381502400677449234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif0Z3Fm4iEwSzOgCkrIy5bOORjv1486QM0yCcPJaw8CqIefFgCW2SBz0R3-RsFsbrPg0DOZufCvdBkjDlHh3m-Gv-vyj92ON3nMqirpl9pVaTaPvgnV_SXlw-V_kGfRafCJ00fecrw6_k/s320/100_3008.JPG" border="0" /></a> The morning after the fall, Simon fell off the bathroom counter and cut his chin open. I guess this picture of him eating his sticky pancakes and syrup doesn't make him look any better either. We decided not to take him to church that day so we could avoid anyone calling CPS.</div><div> (Dear reader, please don't call CPS on us!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-43111818488925401512009-08-30T20:43:00.000-07:002009-08-30T21:05:21.752-07:00an update with photos<div align="center">Avery is too lazy to update this blog so I'm (Faren) going to do her job for her......just like everything else. </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAlIFegHTfpUzFhDbWcTctmQGsjObMCaADYbwcqXyh-1-gi2HTng2vnRECUnNSIWVlJdRNhBYWrxG7HKDJqZKPspZraJIW6yQLOpiTc_Df4zRkLn1oWyrtFj-rfZqukns5_kKLzPWQpg/s1600-h/Aug.+2009+069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375971369769429986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAlIFegHTfpUzFhDbWcTctmQGsjObMCaADYbwcqXyh-1-gi2HTng2vnRECUnNSIWVlJdRNhBYWrxG7HKDJqZKPspZraJIW6yQLOpiTc_Df4zRkLn1oWyrtFj-rfZqukns5_kKLzPWQpg/s320/Aug.+2009+069.jpg" border="0" /></a> River and Boston at the top of Jackson Hole Ski Resort. I love that they can fight for 7 hours straight in the car and then smile and hug for a damn photo.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDs2idfy9-2Ukc6XjtHR-9cbK54XSa0yIS-jwDArROZFMD5MUgtrHZ32y-Ve32fqdraZCCNYgXyLD_1ywugDJ3Ds7twOHiiXBeer7r7EruGemnvwvk3cWAYmV8hAaLU73blFWCh8MJa8A/s1600-h/Aug.+2009+057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375971363729060258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDs2idfy9-2Ukc6XjtHR-9cbK54XSa0yIS-jwDArROZFMD5MUgtrHZ32y-Ve32fqdraZCCNYgXyLD_1ywugDJ3Ds7twOHiiXBeer7r7EruGemnvwvk3cWAYmV8hAaLU73blFWCh8MJa8A/s320/Aug.+2009+057.jpg" border="0" /></a> In Yellowstone, each animal spotted by the kids was worth a dollar amount. This moose netted River $2. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9HPGde9L0bz0nq0Je7tkk-PQ7GbhiI_-lkmqiMJ0e7SacdZ2NQitIRAJ3RU31V8Oni7hQuShI80N8Qe5YO-AbyQtGJVfMVypVFP972qac3rVYkEuGpHYZjJlKfPwK-qChXw44_BnvTo/s1600-h/Aug.+2009+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375971347445206178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9HPGde9L0bz0nq0Je7tkk-PQ7GbhiI_-lkmqiMJ0e7SacdZ2NQitIRAJ3RU31V8Oni7hQuShI80N8Qe5YO-AbyQtGJVfMVypVFP972qac3rVYkEuGpHYZjJlKfPwK-qChXw44_BnvTo/s320/Aug.+2009+030.jpg" border="0" /></a> We looked good enough in this photo that some Asians actually took their cameras off the geysers and began snapping shots of us.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtgwP7SUtKXrd9m5CElxIOsJat_AD9wlGu7TAqZkjE2ZBEXN_pgJ7ODGh-tJTlyLNV_8t8xkRmtrJ8vR9qmBD97Jns7PBCY4TJgRBjjghYsxTgA8BX9spw_6C8VqcHbXQbOLD5GWOmfU/s1600-h/Aug.+2009+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375971338203331410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtgwP7SUtKXrd9m5CElxIOsJat_AD9wlGu7TAqZkjE2ZBEXN_pgJ7ODGh-tJTlyLNV_8t8xkRmtrJ8vR9qmBD97Jns7PBCY4TJgRBjjghYsxTgA8BX9spw_6C8VqcHbXQbOLD5GWOmfU/s320/Aug.+2009+029.jpg" border="0" /></a> Stealth Avery<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDtgc-mtR7hrhAE5br9IJqDN15-nKPyUVHUEu3XOwXJ8uXMZyAx6hwBzyalOZAtu37LD3x-P3cYsUWXREMULp5dsRFiJ8LHzI8MQW25-ogjcqud0uUkxclC4OfdMmU4xYBQCqiYDzMILk/s1600-h/Aug.+2009+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375971330943544498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDtgc-mtR7hrhAE5br9IJqDN15-nKPyUVHUEu3XOwXJ8uXMZyAx6hwBzyalOZAtu37LD3x-P3cYsUWXREMULp5dsRFiJ8LHzI8MQW25-ogjcqud0uUkxclC4OfdMmU4xYBQCqiYDzMILk/s320/Aug.+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /></a> We stayed at a hotel with an indoor water slide. <br /><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4L6WlRPj10alQ1x2XRG4ZUV6PBcGo0PdAyqpe0BXPtsHA5ujRcDe9B8eB6qf93IGEv2V44D6cwhyB8wsATdhHzmYEKG2a3nq30Vc-aOuIMdG_3I9z42ptSpwchYq4pZtFz7ghg8bi53o/s1600-h/Aug.+2009+001.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4L6WlRPj10alQ1x2XRG4ZUV6PBcGo0PdAyqpe0BXPtsHA5ujRcDe9B8eB6qf93IGEv2V44D6cwhyB8wsATdhHzmYEKG2a3nq30Vc-aOuIMdG_3I9z42ptSpwchYq4pZtFz7ghg8bi53o/s320/Aug.+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />River on the first day of school with his sweet D.I. clothes.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMY4XJIRXo787zdk8gAza1i7xRKnlwvWINq_8mbmxX-AviwnHwwCRLIRTcn_vQ9gp6r5Cf2T2BJjZyV3zCzZjKzOMigmm7cQlxmzdlfPbbB5S5e8vCppdmKru_mvaBeQbzvdzaSKUAIM/s1600-h/Aug.+2009+002.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMY4XJIRXo787zdk8gAza1i7xRKnlwvWINq_8mbmxX-AviwnHwwCRLIRTcn_vQ9gp6r5Cf2T2BJjZyV3zCzZjKzOMigmm7cQlxmzdlfPbbB5S5e8vCppdmKru_mvaBeQbzvdzaSKUAIM/s320/Aug.+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />One of Ave's 10,000 quilts that are too pretty to actually use as a blanket.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjrh0FvB_ketlChzYK8GHa4S5M6gw4bFBz802wk-bo7uAY_juNFY2EWftAz2XFPS8xGnnQsuPSMV5axaOlPR2HqUyrkw5KTmo6tpflXQC2IIAUaYkeyC_uptzm3wD0-l0ADAc13Vj7dQ/s1600-h/Aug.+2009+008.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjrh0FvB_ketlChzYK8GHa4S5M6gw4bFBz802wk-bo7uAY_juNFY2EWftAz2XFPS8xGnnQsuPSMV5axaOlPR2HqUyrkw5KTmo6tpflXQC2IIAUaYkeyC_uptzm3wD0-l0ADAc13Vj7dQ/s320/Aug.+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And another.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4dH88BgAcvaXwu6MlLdgxzQ9HqUqGItC69pLFhnSUGA5it6U5ea1ArEKYKjy0vJ0xY-L06H6B6DXXFjp30Z8mCx4Zfd7nURzHofprb68DTxgbLltMm1JoMJVtUAX1pYwm4OXq324dum0/s1600-h/Aug.+2009+009.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4dH88BgAcvaXwu6MlLdgxzQ9HqUqGItC69pLFhnSUGA5it6U5ea1ArEKYKjy0vJ0xY-L06H6B6DXXFjp30Z8mCx4Zfd7nURzHofprb68DTxgbLltMm1JoMJVtUAX1pYwm4OXq324dum0/s320/Aug.+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And Another. </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><br /></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-11444275905344435642009-08-04T20:30:00.000-07:002009-08-04T20:56:51.130-07:00The Riv Man turns 7!<div align="center">Yesterday was River's 7th birthday, and I can't imagine where the time has gone. What happened to my curly haired blonde boy who bounced off the walls and made everyone wonder if his parents were actually disiplining him? River has mellowed out A LOT since then, but sometimes I still wish he could have at least kept his curls. It's like my aunt Toni says, as soon as we cut his hair, he lost all of his power, and he's been a calm little boy ever since. But we're so happy that River is in our family, and he makes the perfect older brother. He is so helpful with Boston and Simon, and he is very genuine and kind to others. He is especially kind to Simon- he never loses his patience with him, and will play with Simon whenever I need him to. We love you River, and we love having you in our family. It is a privelage to watch you grow up!</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlfe2G4TMFiQxAiVXXuWQ4kairQJiB_y8pl-JkvK5hhHgDcpVrB_XkGg9kFxfB14zSARFQUulC23d9DLQcyL4rM4JLzeBJRodVyvdxzyZICUMFlUDC1dmNZC2-uLqc2BqHIq3AUGOnGVY/s1600-h/100_2870.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366319103809063314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlfe2G4TMFiQxAiVXXuWQ4kairQJiB_y8pl-JkvK5hhHgDcpVrB_XkGg9kFxfB14zSARFQUulC23d9DLQcyL4rM4JLzeBJRodVyvdxzyZICUMFlUDC1dmNZC2-uLqc2BqHIq3AUGOnGVY/s320/100_2870.JPG" border="0" /></a> The birthday theme this year: Monsters!<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5POO6meGTy6M3AJBsbyTzDJQMxfhfBqfItmzZ76OqWS4_HWsGKkBwf4rlSN-33xpLfyHZyYDNQkG7djeD2L3ER-XVu8HNJPRHJklViTB8_v5VQAzCORkoi9vOF15AgtpthFnU-_45Z4/s1600-h/100_2877.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366318879436062546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5POO6meGTy6M3AJBsbyTzDJQMxfhfBqfItmzZ76OqWS4_HWsGKkBwf4rlSN-33xpLfyHZyYDNQkG7djeD2L3ER-XVu8HNJPRHJklViTB8_v5VQAzCORkoi9vOF15AgtpthFnU-_45Z4/s320/100_2877.JPG" border="0" /></a> River loves Where's Waldo books- and now he has one for travel- as long as he doesn't get car sick and throw up!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTlcirK7tUZBFhIZ-2xXliGO3jLD-GZHRkeZ57enF4-UaC6x5jcwy7Ptqdhyzn2DhPC0T0cTuQd9YAiB0oCPw8kg1sgzTvDwqufl3Fm3_KifbgT0miYkQVhNiC7CbU34xy-YNIbnOZBBs/s1600-h/100_2876.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366318634764330738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTlcirK7tUZBFhIZ-2xXliGO3jLD-GZHRkeZ57enF4-UaC6x5jcwy7Ptqdhyzn2DhPC0T0cTuQd9YAiB0oCPw8kg1sgzTvDwqufl3Fm3_KifbgT0miYkQVhNiC7CbU34xy-YNIbnOZBBs/s320/100_2876.JPG" border="0" /></a> My 3 monsters- 4 if you count Grandma.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9BNfT43KE3Wvi10Cooxu7NHw-xjRzM4_Kq3ytKdl37ztPJCUv_V82W3uvDugt94VGRwY5WLYbeyopDvcMcpIveLyHDyJqRS3d0J2ple0l1Bd4UERo5pP3rqz4LNcuGEmjDn7V8irkDK8/s1600-h/100_2870.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0KGhoYmvJA1nu-MpRCPBGwGG3-PpM_SSZtd2b79E7ChBCjJ7_q-y23lURhsCr1bA7lt4mdgh5dhX1e8GczC3E2WRp7509WgyhjXmu4gIDpgWfuvyz36ECk0hbE8wwW3pX7UlaHTrO0Q/s1600-h/100_2856.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366317965756303842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0KGhoYmvJA1nu-MpRCPBGwGG3-PpM_SSZtd2b79E7ChBCjJ7_q-y23lURhsCr1bA7lt4mdgh5dhX1e8GczC3E2WRp7509WgyhjXmu4gIDpgWfuvyz36ECk0hbE8wwW3pX7UlaHTrO0Q/s320/100_2856.JPG" border="0" /></a> I had to throw this in here. Isn't Simon so cute? Notice the disgusting scab falling off his forehead- another one of his falls. I bet you want to pick that off, huh Taun? <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPHYtrpvYEi5MRjt0QazXSmtMyy0dLsE6mDYBR0BVb4mfvJYf9GNTkIdKJUT73EHcajLqlPRSDicTb4YZ0ioi1e5TP59qVh4ewK9G7wp18mtsaHUKVXYJay_iEL0i-o30hu08pkqp_7Y/s1600-h/100_2872.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366317723526667602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPHYtrpvYEi5MRjt0QazXSmtMyy0dLsE6mDYBR0BVb4mfvJYf9GNTkIdKJUT73EHcajLqlPRSDicTb4YZ0ioi1e5TP59qVh4ewK9G7wp18mtsaHUKVXYJay_iEL0i-o30hu08pkqp_7Y/s320/100_2872.JPG" border="0" /></a> We took the kids to a street festival in Rexburg for Riv's bday. He rocked that climbing wall.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuF6QL-Roq8Anl__l3TRKvk8_DlhpNtaQwde0HgTi9new1VtXTz3SXbdcjitlEXLJSE5bC6uFegBUbjy15Td1oj61SGK25ZRsFzccN1tVxXFwgJsC8yW14SvqIZXl-0MBsRRxOW4RPEWg/s1600-h/100_2878.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366317430748488226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuF6QL-Roq8Anl__l3TRKvk8_DlhpNtaQwde0HgTi9new1VtXTz3SXbdcjitlEXLJSE5bC6uFegBUbjy15Td1oj61SGK25ZRsFzccN1tVxXFwgJsC8yW14SvqIZXl-0MBsRRxOW4RPEWg/s320/100_2878.JPG" border="0" /></a> More Legos- endless fun... </div><div>Uncle Cody looks a little jealous in the background.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-24763108225336486852009-07-22T19:28:00.000-07:002009-07-22T19:55:01.628-07:00Our two cute Crash Test DummiesOk, I know I said that people who don't update their blogs are on my pet peeve list and are totally lame- I know, I know- you can now add me to that list of totally lame people. Here are some of the things the Eddins' have been up to in the past couple months.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQH47Sf_IVVcQgFjbY83tKYq_fzt_7Mz23SXdAHETP5IjZF7Zo8aL6HXSfUPkE_rBwqF1dfLzvmRE3zDlb3uGKRpU4GotpnCO0W4SJa6sc_xetet3aqdR-OOk34LZ8rLiZ7PM3k9SKFAg/s1600-h/100_2749.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361477711054368114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQH47Sf_IVVcQgFjbY83tKYq_fzt_7Mz23SXdAHETP5IjZF7Zo8aL6HXSfUPkE_rBwqF1dfLzvmRE3zDlb3uGKRpU4GotpnCO0W4SJa6sc_xetet3aqdR-OOk34LZ8rLiZ7PM3k9SKFAg/s320/100_2749.JPG" border="0" /></a> Boston learned how to ride a bike with NO TRAINING WHEELS! He is our youngest child to do that- only 4 1/2. The problem was, he wasn't so great at going down hills and braking. We took his bike up to our cabin, and not 5 minutes after arriving, Boston had crashed and burned pretty major riding down a hill. We heard him scream from far away, and when we found him, he was walking his bike up the hill with blood running down his face and arms. We took him to the Dr., who gave him 9 stitches on the upper lip. And let me tell you, watching your child get stitches has got to be one of the most miserable things to witness. He was fine after that- as soon as we went to get him some ice cream. <br />Boston has problems staying grounded on his feet- this is only one on a long list of injuries he's had to endure so far- and I'm sure there will be plenty more to come. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMTC_QqMExcfh0Xpmlg4psIObvlfS_0Y51VgiyS5cFBNCvIj0HNDhp7XcFJd3rf8JZZTKOwimmLcO5dJektSZNpAghiLJOQnjZVEMui5FMFR_fSsP9GDsQUozPUu09cP36z1bVR23NaCc/s1600-h/100_2739.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361477520340382770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMTC_QqMExcfh0Xpmlg4psIObvlfS_0Y51VgiyS5cFBNCvIj0HNDhp7XcFJd3rf8JZZTKOwimmLcO5dJektSZNpAghiLJOQnjZVEMui5FMFR_fSsP9GDsQUozPUu09cP36z1bVR23NaCc/s320/100_2739.JPG" border="0" /></a> Simon is our other Evel Keneivel child who thinks he's a big boy and tries to climb and ride the big boy's bikes, the lawnmower, the four wheeler, and Faren's motorbike. He ALWAYS has a huge nasty scab on his head from falling on his face on the pavement or a corner of the wall. Now that I think about it, maybe it's not these kids fault that they get hurt so much- maybe I'm just not a very attentive mother....</div><div> </div><div>No, I'm sure it's the kids fault.<br /><br /><div></div></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-8519379254621495692009-04-22T20:43:00.000-07:002009-04-22T21:13:33.931-07:00Our Cruise 2009!<div align="center">Faren and I went on our first cruise last weekend to Catlina Island and Ensenada, Mexico! We had a lot of fun being gone for a whole week (away from the kids-thanks Lataun and Myrna!) My brother Cody and his wife Brittany took us on the trip, and hopefully they didn't get totally sick of us after spending an entire week with us. </div><br /><div align="center">We departed from San Diego and went to Catalina Island the next day- it is so beautiful there. The next day we went to Ensenada and got attacked by salesmen trying to sell Faren some Viagra for super cheap. And the last day was spent at sea with overcast skies and ten foot waves rocking the boat all day long. I pretty much spent that whole day seasick in bed. In between all the travel we went to some good shows, played mini golf, gambled (Hey, it's ok if we're out at sea, right?), and we all ate about 8 ice cream cones everyday. Thanks Cody and Brittany for the great trip! Here are some highlights:</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTgU5cKAkTDXBmuX4KR4YoxBvpsrunyoWaQV3NQVBL39KNcCPCF67g4HbyrwRgAsfKMwNBSNVAyf-bDHe9WyTRmL49UyALwEdFA-hM-ckyHHMD2I-H36OoQ0chnW1EH8k9EvpAfaq3o20/s1600-h/101_2582.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327728839345233170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTgU5cKAkTDXBmuX4KR4YoxBvpsrunyoWaQV3NQVBL39KNcCPCF67g4HbyrwRgAsfKMwNBSNVAyf-bDHe9WyTRmL49UyALwEdFA-hM-ckyHHMD2I-H36OoQ0chnW1EH8k9EvpAfaq3o20/s320/101_2582.JPG" border="0" /></a> Top of the Stratosphere in Las Vegas, the city I hope I never have to live in.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9gKOsNj-T3bEIM0SK9pUmC8mEMUsuP68PQsCCiRB1J1NaYMWdOS6LMcHgO9p82SHtWbQnO4wuvb8DsnnjRlXrfUEIelRnR96wN5nSrDxw3rX8eVUKlrr3g2iuK4kCG_NUymPZxg7ngY/s1600-h/101_2567.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327728654181840642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9gKOsNj-T3bEIM0SK9pUmC8mEMUsuP68PQsCCiRB1J1NaYMWdOS6LMcHgO9p82SHtWbQnO4wuvb8DsnnjRlXrfUEIelRnR96wN5nSrDxw3rX8eVUKlrr3g2iuK4kCG_NUymPZxg7ngY/s320/101_2567.JPG" border="0" /></a> Aparently this guy did something important in Mexico, or they wouldn't have a ginormous statue of his head.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4g29m8oJtcC8ifvYYeVojyratlSYEOY1xttMMFI4RQ_kn6pz58BWbFIgAWzyc2bxS5BS7RTFKLBGFFkvJ27yzhBRdLPCgb3OUPuq33qfssjHckkcPgwyIT74KoM5q7bT1afEhR6QzlE4/s1600-h/101_2556.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327728441943615906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4g29m8oJtcC8ifvYYeVojyratlSYEOY1xttMMFI4RQ_kn6pz58BWbFIgAWzyc2bxS5BS7RTFKLBGFFkvJ27yzhBRdLPCgb3OUPuq33qfssjHckkcPgwyIT74KoM5q7bT1afEhR6QzlE4/s320/101_2556.JPG" border="0" /></a> Every night when we came to bed, or room steward had cleaned everything up and turned down our bed and left us a cute towel animal and some mints. Ahhh... it's better than having your mom take care of you!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGfwMwyjVLttilBiIE2iNlcEvShlkelt6t3RuoqNJDr6YEdc80E_QXS1RxzXTmyIgB5tAB9AP5yesQhgE7tcdI5XcKh39x1iYp5n6yK-8K056F-5N52LZeCe0wk-CxPPZXiSrN5hetLF8/s1600-h/101_2555.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327728303194766482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGfwMwyjVLttilBiIE2iNlcEvShlkelt6t3RuoqNJDr6YEdc80E_QXS1RxzXTmyIgB5tAB9AP5yesQhgE7tcdI5XcKh39x1iYp5n6yK-8K056F-5N52LZeCe0wk-CxPPZXiSrN5hetLF8/s320/101_2555.JPG" border="0" /></a> Probably the only time we sat and did nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6SdxKO5V1FyaJbijorU9sFkpQ-Ws2OUWYkVuGJUb9mluy9jxqLyfneWqyGvrps6dXA3-XB9C9Lkruz7yVBdR6PSBB6qcjhgQgFf6kgkl91OKcQxX0J3FLPQkhyphenhyphenqaN1wLHhIeX3PU0ePo/s1600-h/101_2553.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327728139762568834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6SdxKO5V1FyaJbijorU9sFkpQ-Ws2OUWYkVuGJUb9mluy9jxqLyfneWqyGvrps6dXA3-XB9C9Lkruz7yVBdR6PSBB6qcjhgQgFf6kgkl91OKcQxX0J3FLPQkhyphenhyphenqaN1wLHhIeX3PU0ePo/s320/101_2553.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Two sexy babes cruisin for a rich Catalina man who can afford to live there!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxTCWMt0v98mq6VGU8SYgd7I0Sq7IVefbHUsJLJhvaetVHENwPCVBdtYulum5HoA0Hmv0XWBrfvk5itMhz2ndkAEOBnUPGbC91ZJ9ScFW_kQ18E9twXszIqTar4CHVnshuDi7WBcj2Z2Q/s1600-h/101_2543.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327727883558193442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxTCWMt0v98mq6VGU8SYgd7I0Sq7IVefbHUsJLJhvaetVHENwPCVBdtYulum5HoA0Hmv0XWBrfvk5itMhz2ndkAEOBnUPGbC91ZJ9ScFW_kQ18E9twXszIqTar4CHVnshuDi7WBcj2Z2Q/s320/101_2543.JPG" border="0" /></a> I wish I had a video of all of us trying to squeeze into our wetsuits to go snorkeling. And I won't even put on here my picture of me in my full body one either. That thing still gives me nightmares.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRVl3uqEv00MiETo6oktVEwsYlrsbj9DI2ohyphenhyphen9cYA_UCkVwdMul5tUICSCLjiS1ct_6Kxvkp_-_3Hn-K6ssRa5ELye8cOH1d67XZ-ePD28NzRkBeasnNE-6EN2YjISF6RnXQBSlhR4M4/s1600-h/101_2539.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327727711070050658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRVl3uqEv00MiETo6oktVEwsYlrsbj9DI2ohyphenhyphen9cYA_UCkVwdMul5tUICSCLjiS1ct_6Kxvkp_-_3Hn-K6ssRa5ELye8cOH1d67XZ-ePD28NzRkBeasnNE-6EN2YjISF6RnXQBSlhR4M4/s320/101_2539.JPG" border="0" /></a> Code Bode and Baby B<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-17326295335083891322009-03-21T22:04:00.000-07:002009-03-21T22:15:57.687-07:00Cuppity Cupcakes!I got the cutest cupcake book , and I have been trying lots of the recipes. They even have cupcakes that look like mashed potatoes and gravy and chicken drumsticks. Those are a little too complicated for me at the moment, so Boston and River and I have experimented with a few of the intermediate ones.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjAxaR0zyOs6X0fslMF_Qm3B91_36foa4ur3WWeVvkYTnerYBInVuqm3IqSJGE496eWjowZ95jTxnjbRe-D6qJMt_5GOYhRIs5LBStojRXAnwRah82ByUB_R7swdZTDa5_Jb0c5Jv0n4A/s1600-h/tack_cupcake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315874395102805986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjAxaR0zyOs6X0fslMF_Qm3B91_36foa4ur3WWeVvkYTnerYBInVuqm3IqSJGE496eWjowZ95jTxnjbRe-D6qJMt_5GOYhRIs5LBStojRXAnwRah82ByUB_R7swdZTDa5_Jb0c5Jv0n4A/s320/tack_cupcake.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's the book- it's a must buy for anyone who loves to bake!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUCtfkSo49_OPX2ddd9lvX8xjS8jHOkSOKtxOHRItatfH2tyKvn7qSWEfJPShGVTbGN4xIfNt0FBXmipVU1BklvvhaqxA11eoUt1M9aPupYrTsBUx_c786ryhgk5j9g6kTagAKH-27P0U/s1600-h/100_2469.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315874221202180930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUCtfkSo49_OPX2ddd9lvX8xjS8jHOkSOKtxOHRItatfH2tyKvn7qSWEfJPShGVTbGN4xIfNt0FBXmipVU1BklvvhaqxA11eoUt1M9aPupYrTsBUx_c786ryhgk5j9g6kTagAKH-27P0U/s320/100_2469.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chocolate butterflies- they were so easy to make.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9Rv-pF7Psxj1S_-nbuVUHYm2xtSJBwENvCOXCwL8-KW1FXEDHoOh0C2TM2FTuNmrF1YbX_8kcjYnU-0testtlZHgM2f4GXvwH9AI182qRn_T94NXHWx9qRT7alSNioPJ7hBLSbcGWv8/s1600-h/100_2428.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315873956590824050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9Rv-pF7Psxj1S_-nbuVUHYm2xtSJBwENvCOXCwL8-KW1FXEDHoOh0C2TM2FTuNmrF1YbX_8kcjYnU-0testtlZHgM2f4GXvwH9AI182qRn_T94NXHWx9qRT7alSNioPJ7hBLSbcGWv8/s320/100_2428.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Billiard balls- our fist attempt- not great, but ok.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjIs5k7ioYbcsHqn4H-mzjtaMs8j5l6R8v-8MUEoDBv18b5cZli-wggSpb_F1VNiDYlyVNAPV_F98BYAO5bSmYeItTuInF9BbdEwnSXVF54FMKg2f5JoA7EZFY33JBmwvt2YWnjhuo8k/s1600-h/100_2427.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315873700163322146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjIs5k7ioYbcsHqn4H-mzjtaMs8j5l6R8v-8MUEoDBv18b5cZli-wggSpb_F1VNiDYlyVNAPV_F98BYAO5bSmYeItTuInF9BbdEwnSXVF54FMKg2f5JoA7EZFY33JBmwvt2YWnjhuo8k/s320/100_2427.JPG" border="0" /></a> And here are my cute little helpers- Boston and Mia- who kept dipping all of their fingers in all the different colors of sugars. I could not stop them. They didn't sleep for a week!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-19727934680970249822009-03-03T21:01:00.000-08:002009-03-03T22:23:09.282-08:0025 Things about Avery!1. I love to clean out my ears with a Q-tip! I do it everyday, sometimes 3 or 4 times.<br /><br />2. I have seen a two headed cow- When I was really little, my dad and I went on a walk and there was a baby cow with two heads lying on the ground. It had just been born, and it was crying, (well, they were crying). To this day, my dad and I still wonder if we really did see that, so it's a good thing both of us were there to see it, or we'd think it was all a dream.<br /><br />3. I love putting sheets on a bed, especially the bottom fitted sheet. I don't know why.<br /><br />4. I am also very good at folding fitted sheets. My mother in law once asked me to teach her how to fold a fitted sheet, and she is the queen of all domesticity. That made me feel really good until Faren said he thought she was only saying it to be nice.<br /><br />5. I can't stand to sit and watch TV and not do anything with my hands. I always have to be working on something- a quilt, project, or writing.<br /><br />6. I have a semi-photographic memory. I can remember dates and numbers very easily. Tell me your birthday, and it's locked in the vault forever. Oddly enough, I am terrible at math.<br /><br />7. When I was young, I wanted to have a cool nickname, and I thought about what it would be for a long time. I came to my family and told them that from now on, they are to call me "Durd" I still haven't lived that one down.<br /><br />8. My one true dream for my life is to be a singer/songwriter and play my guitar on stage. I wouldn't want to be super famous- just a local singer who everybody knows. I seriously get jealous of any young female singer/guitarist like Taylor Swift or Brandi Carlile because they are living my dream.<br /><br />9. I've thought about it, and my van is my dream car. It seats 7 comfortably, it runs very well, good mileage, you can haul lots of stuff around, and it looks fine on the outside-except for the stigma of being a minivan mom.<br /><br />10. I really get mad when people don't update their blogs! If you're going to have a blog, and you know people read it, drop us a note every once in a while for hell sakes!<br /><br />11. I am realizing that it is more fun to be young and under your parents thumb than to live as an adult in the lone and dreary world.<br /><br />12. I love making food for people, especially the ones who give me compliments on it.<br /><br />13. Certain peoples voices are so soothing to me, and it feels like I'm getting a massage when I hear them speak. You know who you are- Lauralee Flores, Ina Garten from Barefoot Contessa, can't think of the others right now...<br /><br />14. I struggle with keeping my house clean, and this has been a major thorn in my side for years because I want so badly to have a clean house all the time. I don't know how some moms do it- like my sister in law Taun- she has a natural talent for it, and I wish so bad I had that talent. But I try each day to make this weakness of mine a strength.<br /><br />15. My favorite foods are pistacio pudding and anything with sesame seeds on it.<br /><br />16. I don't hate anybody, but if anyone were to come close, it would be Anne Coulter. Anyone agree?<br /><br />17. I always have to read something before I go to bed.<br /><br />18. My favortie shows are Lost, American Idol, The Office, Desperate Housewives (and no, it's not as bad as everyone thinks it is), Monk, The Soup, and the Cosby Show.<br /><br />19. I really really want to have a little girl someday. I pretend like I don't care, but I do. I'll even take twins if one of them is a girl!<br /><br />20. I hate to admit it, but I am a mama's girl. I love being with my mom. I still get excited everytime I see her or anytime I drive to her house.<br /><br />21. I once saw Vanilla Ice in concert at the Roach Motel in Pocatello. Do I even need to explain how bad it was?<br /><br />22. I really can't stand local TV news anchors- especially channel 8's. Terrible. And I hate it when they try to be funny. They're never funny! They make me so mad!<br /><br />23. I want to be a great painter someday.<br /><br />24. I HATE scary movies! I will never ever watch one, and I won't ever go to a spook alley- not even a kids one.<br /><br />25. I think my dad is one of the greatest people to ever live on this earth. I know some people think he's odd, but to me, he's great.<br /><br /><br />Now I want to hear from others! I tag Rachel, Nikki, Megan, Liz, Chenae, and Stephanie- so git goin'!pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-20928421696217736422009-03-03T20:45:00.000-08:002009-03-03T21:00:47.764-08:00Boston loves his cousin Mia. He talks about her all the time at home, and he always wants to play with her. And she is the same way about him at her house. But when they finally get together, they fight, steal eachothers things, and have a very hard time sharing. Plus, Boston has turned out to be a tad bossy as well- who knew with a name like his? I always did call him my "Bossy boy". He and Mia do love eachother, and they get along pretty well considering they're 2 and 4. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjaOK_PWGIrzZsyG93TF1YfF0QFLAA9duV8GWrv1dcnC_3GmLS-juNrzM_C94qL8MnP82SahkzE6E31PMCrkkY0-H0ocxNoMlC0ycchB5L2xPSFNoZndvxtt59vm8woFYLo_as28gaa8/s1600-h/100_2406.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309189779485785330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjaOK_PWGIrzZsyG93TF1YfF0QFLAA9duV8GWrv1dcnC_3GmLS-juNrzM_C94qL8MnP82SahkzE6E31PMCrkkY0-H0ocxNoMlC0ycchB5L2xPSFNoZndvxtt59vm8woFYLo_as28gaa8/s320/100_2406.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-30899936501427551502009-02-16T19:12:00.000-08:002009-02-16T19:22:37.065-08:00Try this recipeHere is a really good and easy recipe I got from my nieghbor. It tastes just like authentic Mexican food, even though it isn't.<br /><br />Crush up tortilla chips and put in the bottom of 9x13 pan. Put in as much as you want.<br />Sprinkle with chili powder<br />Brown hamburger and onion , then pour over chips.<br />Grate 1 c. cheese, put on hamburger<br />In a seperate bowl, mix 1 can cream of chicken soup, 1 c. sour cream, 1 can evaporated milk.<br />Pour over hamburger and chips, and bake for 30 minutes on 350 degrees.<br /><br />Try it and tell me what you think! Even Faren kind of liked it!pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-16637924265075630182009-02-02T21:23:00.000-08:002009-02-02T21:48:39.233-08:00Happy To-To My Si-mee!<span style="color:#ffffff;"><u><span style="font-family:verdana;">My sweet baby Simon is one year old! It's amazing how the more kids you have, the faster they grow up. Simon shares his birthday with Grandma Hawkes, as well as Punxatawnie Phil, the groundhog who always sees his shadow. Has he ever not seen his shadow? And who started that weird tradition? Well, Simon had a good birthday, and he got a fun new toy that he has not had a chance to play with because of River and Boston. </span></u><br /><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u></span><br /><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><br /><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><br /><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPXF9pWFEz2YSRgkoPzcIyGBCncWNhntbtzp8BXds6tl76UZJusFbL2_-CRfO9Lx4Ize-Zt3mu0GlY32fKP9jw9Lq4peh3Ee_6gmS7kIwpDYWAPixEkIgI0vVcfUYzU7AHutkrv_41JE/s1600-h/Simon's_birthday_004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298438473037633970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPXF9pWFEz2YSRgkoPzcIyGBCncWNhntbtzp8BXds6tl76UZJusFbL2_-CRfO9Lx4Ize-Zt3mu0GlY32fKP9jw9Lq4peh3Ee_6gmS7kIwpDYWAPixEkIgI0vVcfUYzU7AHutkrv_41JE/s320/Simon's_birthday_004.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Cake decorated by cousin Haddi- thanks Had!</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwiRnuvPM5P6hNrauVYL3X6qf1OS4tjQEvbvVO7V_2ehV4DcD6A-guAfyJhJOFi_kkFZVtcuRHPXTXsqNHhukY44a6FNY-KO8CJ8BSSUrSZzQXk2lMes_tcvl4nmi94AxPjBm2FETYljQ/s1600-h/Simon's_birthday_009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298438286470138434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwiRnuvPM5P6hNrauVYL3X6qf1OS4tjQEvbvVO7V_2ehV4DcD6A-guAfyJhJOFi_kkFZVtcuRHPXTXsqNHhukY44a6FNY-KO8CJ8BSSUrSZzQXk2lMes_tcvl4nmi94AxPjBm2FETYljQ/s320/Simon's_birthday_009.jpg" border="0" /></a> Even though he's a little sick, he's still smilin'!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNM9IF9mLqh8dHRzR3Pj8Hyu8OsKx3MCZ8do33_y1HJcrNE2NNh6lC96ZMcYuPWL8To-l4o3b0mstWX5yMgXS7XE5eT17NJ91WcuPVSalSu4yp_jTpkDS41addPlAVcNXtnNWT3bQ0GBY/s1600-h/Simon's_birthday_007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298437786354767714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNM9IF9mLqh8dHRzR3Pj8Hyu8OsKx3MCZ8do33_y1HJcrNE2NNh6lC96ZMcYuPWL8To-l4o3b0mstWX5yMgXS7XE5eT17NJ91WcuPVSalSu4yp_jTpkDS41addPlAVcNXtnNWT3bQ0GBY/s320/Simon's_birthday_007.jpg" border="0" /></a> River's trying to hold Simon's one finger<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-49181686158623528352009-01-18T17:22:00.000-08:002009-01-18T17:36:15.475-08:00Madam President<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWr4ivWxryY7rKmO83MrHD1PuGy2_Dw8-yW_KJNTJD5P129QbpLLq4wIa83mXCHXrx0pyFv7Ly1ctHGcdLVO_2j0DWwTYRdYH_w-3SE45AiO1AMdmC3BssolhrGiPrKTjxsh_rPPtiyw/s1600-h/100_2394.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292809801847043458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWr4ivWxryY7rKmO83MrHD1PuGy2_Dw8-yW_KJNTJD5P129QbpLLq4wIa83mXCHXrx0pyFv7Ly1ctHGcdLVO_2j0DWwTYRdYH_w-3SE45AiO1AMdmC3BssolhrGiPrKTjxsh_rPPtiyw/s320/100_2394.JPG" border="0" /></a> Today was my first day as Primary President- yes, that's right, I just got called to be the Primary President in our ward. I guess someone must have seen me in the Ensign and saw something special. Anyway, it has been a lot of fun and a lot of work to get everything ready for the new year. I made a little painting for the primary kids to put their head in when they are spotlighted. They put their face in the painting, we sing them a song, they feel special, they get a treat. Boston is so excited to have his mom in primary with him, and River just tells me not to embarass him in front of his friends. <br /><br /></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-18452844149318935552009-01-06T09:13:00.000-08:002009-01-06T09:53:45.643-08:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOSTON!!!!!<div align="center">Yesterday was Boston's 4th birthday. I tried to keep him three as long as I could, but he wanted to turn four anyway. But this birthday is one for the books that we will all remember for years to come. We had his party on Saturday night at Green Canyon Hot Springs. Boston and I had prepared all day for the party, and made a cute cake with a snowmachine, trails, and rocks on it. We all got in the car to go to the party, and River, not knowing he was sitting right above the birthday cake, kicked off his dirty, snowy winter boots, and they landed smack in the middle of Boston's beautiful cake. By the time I realized it, we were already there, the damage was done, and Boston was in a major tizzy. He wailed and cried from the backseat, "You wooind my boufday, Wib-or!" It was a sad scene. When we arrived at the pool, everyone was greeted by Boston's screams of disappointment. Luckily, grandma and grandpa Hawkes were on their way from Rexburg, so we hurried and called and asked them to pick up a new cake for Boston. They saved the day, and Boston was immediately happy when he heard what they were bringing. Here are some highlights of the night:</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwfDnU3CeLtjC-Dvp6CvTX1Gt4NE22eFIAq_jQGs2MJp22_D2bm4tijuSEE4-ZuWtGeSHtwhTd0TZzOML1NHBkjLwSiL-CJfaQlA6Se25inKuKm-eGFOAsPulOpCCVA3bfdi6KdR9u4l0/s1600-h/Jan.+2009+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288231764132848114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwfDnU3CeLtjC-Dvp6CvTX1Gt4NE22eFIAq_jQGs2MJp22_D2bm4tijuSEE4-ZuWtGeSHtwhTd0TZzOML1NHBkjLwSiL-CJfaQlA6Se25inKuKm-eGFOAsPulOpCCVA3bfdi6KdR9u4l0/s320/Jan.+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Before the dreaded incident....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuffHvk9sk-nQe-05J_xI-ETfs_Lg0W0R6b_aimnM8QpuvzSBNLuxPZr-MwxrhkblpYZYqE4PnZqwCS72bcSd0wIPJjMgAN5yRu1T3n2RO7fRZfkn2d5B7AhMWA8bPeIu3nTzOCZQiCJg/s1600-h/Jan.+2009+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288231600987253442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuffHvk9sk-nQe-05J_xI-ETfs_Lg0W0R6b_aimnM8QpuvzSBNLuxPZr-MwxrhkblpYZYqE4PnZqwCS72bcSd0wIPJjMgAN5yRu1T3n2RO7fRZfkn2d5B7AhMWA8bPeIu3nTzOCZQiCJg/s320/Jan.+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> ...and after. This poor cake was beyond repair. But it still tasted great!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQaMfjkOP7NpXOUhY-3gU_Wq-jCXpaeYJRrRgkGA1m8r2iO13GbIHllCeIqqVmLnatyIa4O7dmMrljskF_Ll1mblvwlG5ZpQsf59p23rGXSK08CbqO8YSiIjkrW-0TIFvc9Y5BHgCxZwg/s1600-h/Jan.+2009+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288231354205316754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQaMfjkOP7NpXOUhY-3gU_Wq-jCXpaeYJRrRgkGA1m8r2iO13GbIHllCeIqqVmLnatyIa4O7dmMrljskF_Ll1mblvwlG5ZpQsf59p23rGXSK08CbqO8YSiIjkrW-0TIFvc9Y5BHgCxZwg/s320/Jan.+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /></a> Faren was a little embarassed, but this was the ONLY thing Boston wanted for his birthday. He calls it his "Stove Oven" , and wants to use it every day. Hey, you can't blame the kid for wanting it- he spends all day with his mom baking treats and making food! And just look how extremely happy he is to have it. At least it's not pink or purple, but there is a girl on the front of the box....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirkxcKw1Lxnl7awCxUyDQ9U2BodBLK4QQV9w9PxpW80MqQnD52lrRiCipYSnvnb8v_ZQwYEr_X6jSwLzn2boyHvrUYO9aCrLClqj6ggj7YIm6eO_La5ODhJQgMgyx9hg67JRoCc2oF8Dk/s1600-h/Jan.+2009+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288230897735239378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirkxcKw1Lxnl7awCxUyDQ9U2BodBLK4QQV9w9PxpW80MqQnD52lrRiCipYSnvnb8v_ZQwYEr_X6jSwLzn2boyHvrUYO9aCrLClqj6ggj7YIm6eO_La5ODhJQgMgyx9hg67JRoCc2oF8Dk/s320/Jan.+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> This game is not quite as fun as it looks on the commercials-FYI<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhla4ivJjgi74Rg2TvFSnjoRAfMmNyr2S28rZdrWdjCpjTLja90dGaWU_9jToOWXV5cQTJOs0tEebGUKSb6pGGW-WtQMnHiAJmGHdCF7VKwwelygZQfocgbcClbzZghXDvvj6Fsv18Ssxc/s1600-h/Jan.+2009+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288230665517978706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhla4ivJjgi74Rg2TvFSnjoRAfMmNyr2S28rZdrWdjCpjTLja90dGaWU_9jToOWXV5cQTJOs0tEebGUKSb6pGGW-WtQMnHiAJmGHdCF7VKwwelygZQfocgbcClbzZghXDvvj6Fsv18Ssxc/s320/Jan.+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's the cake that saved the day- thanks mom! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-ETuHj9-tGkOZzznr7dK5k6fYGtfldl0Df8t_cPhRgrKvJh1XwzrOoBHvOfdlmKr1BgOhqyOKB6YLEX81vLJlA0mo9_fVQ2zG71XdNsqa-pw0f8Aa3vCydbbs8LRLdzTH3wMXzUTq8Y/s1600-h/Jan.+2009+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288230469192834802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-ETuHj9-tGkOZzznr7dK5k6fYGtfldl0Df8t_cPhRgrKvJh1XwzrOoBHvOfdlmKr1BgOhqyOKB6YLEX81vLJlA0mo9_fVQ2zG71XdNsqa-pw0f8Aa3vCydbbs8LRLdzTH3wMXzUTq8Y/s320/Jan.+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> More b day gifts. This kid made a haul- only because toys are so cheap right now because of after Christmas sales. Boston has been such a joy to have for our son- he's always so loving and snuggly, and he always wants to just sit with me and play with my hair and talk about anything and everything. Of all of our kids, I'd say he's the most like I was when I was little (Avery). He's pretty quiet and shy and just likes to stay at home with the family. He hates it when his socks get bunched up in his shoes, and he freaks out if there is one drop of water on his clothes- he must change them immediately! But he is so much fun with all his jokes and funny sayings, and I am really enjoying this age he is right now. I know I will miss my 3 yr. old Boston when he's a teenager and doesn't like me anymore. But for now, Happy Birthday Boston!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-59389961592959732862008-12-31T09:08:00.000-08:002008-12-31T09:26:52.525-08:00Santa Claus came to town!On Christmas Eve we went to the Bancroft community Christmas Party- (actually, we only made it for the end of the party because that's when Santa comes). Each of the Eddins boys had a different reaction to Santa:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-KMrPLYzzNhEaOvsfnIz2U7lFulPTeSQiDZ3CvWg5yQp7h5YKsBnHX1ScQZjFO8QUB74S-LH7PwnJpGaL7qA9xTY-fY0uH6e4DEazOHCskMIjM17WMfPQhcdvpTD3q5N4t0J6FlbS2U/s1600-h/dcp_5338.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286003137984569682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-KMrPLYzzNhEaOvsfnIz2U7lFulPTeSQiDZ3CvWg5yQp7h5YKsBnHX1ScQZjFO8QUB74S-LH7PwnJpGaL7qA9xTY-fY0uH6e4DEazOHCskMIjM17WMfPQhcdvpTD3q5N4t0J6FlbS2U/s320/dcp_5338.jpg" border="0" /></a> Simon was a little confused who this man with the giant beard was.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVAwJQ7BeKGkX8NT_65qLN6orqmAfh8TFDBLr_l3JflGuWVJD_RpvLQRt_1JR44jP1WCdetYB070Ht5NzYT33QzR_LAXeKR6EVBmdpPtkNL95Mjhh5i3pUodcgFCc-G2_0_NBjZx4pNAg/s1600-h/dcp_5333.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286003010453993474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVAwJQ7BeKGkX8NT_65qLN6orqmAfh8TFDBLr_l3JflGuWVJD_RpvLQRt_1JR44jP1WCdetYB070Ht5NzYT33QzR_LAXeKR6EVBmdpPtkNL95Mjhh5i3pUodcgFCc-G2_0_NBjZx4pNAg/s320/dcp_5333.jpg" border="0" /></a> Of course Boston would be playing with Santa's beard- he has always loved hair. For Christmas, Boston wanted a train and some Moon Sand, but he didn't dare ask Santa for both. After he got home from seeing Santa, Faren asked him if he asked Santa for the train and Moon Sand. Boston said, "No, I only asked for the train... I didn't want to be greedy. (pronounced "gweedy") <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRA8R_FU_cqguHlPKTpHqJIqioA4H2cLjzzXRBnJ27aG98ErjaZ2YUsQNVsJICP5i4DsBgbemmvvGmY8QTxWxIUAM6jdBmVNqpqB-FQpPzaB9IB665G8G34Ajg8TaclT82a8D6QH7hKXE/s1600-h/dcp_5331.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286002824064422194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRA8R_FU_cqguHlPKTpHqJIqioA4H2cLjzzXRBnJ27aG98ErjaZ2YUsQNVsJICP5i4DsBgbemmvvGmY8QTxWxIUAM6jdBmVNqpqB-FQpPzaB9IB665G8G34Ajg8TaclT82a8D6QH7hKXE/s320/dcp_5331.jpg" border="0" /></a> River is all serious business. "Now let's get down to brass tax, Santa..."<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpf9d-5VLdqUJUXRVLck-fEj9LMcxCsiVmU-AJxk_O2CNjuo8ApfBiLCsrVHcOq41V0z2RIWOllUoOLJQ7AH0dR4i1zUCqCop2O6pxJpqYVSgPS-T0k0aECTugypR8u2nywSc4kv-s0Q/s1600-h/Dec.+2008+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286002603244693874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpf9d-5VLdqUJUXRVLck-fEj9LMcxCsiVmU-AJxk_O2CNjuo8ApfBiLCsrVHcOq41V0z2RIWOllUoOLJQ7AH0dR4i1zUCqCop2O6pxJpqYVSgPS-T0k0aECTugypR8u2nywSc4kv-s0Q/s320/Dec.+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The boys all went snowmachining one day after Christmas. This is what Boston looked like when he came in from the cold. He was "mitherable". <br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-75596438855241964562008-12-29T20:20:00.000-08:002008-12-29T20:59:28.690-08:00Christmas with the Eddins 2008!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU-0nFTpK5z7yjCRAtK0VAEp2qLFIAcpQhrmky6LCGpfbYeV1JQAYtCIrPvSqXqixWE1C8pMGiGoWglejzEau-TqOJTiC4yahCBs6CsCp7AlH5qMxnhI2aSOf7TiE4aE6YSIIh5eF_rS4/s1600-h/Dec.+2008+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285435312682026962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU-0nFTpK5z7yjCRAtK0VAEp2qLFIAcpQhrmky6LCGpfbYeV1JQAYtCIrPvSqXqixWE1C8pMGiGoWglejzEau-TqOJTiC4yahCBs6CsCp7AlH5qMxnhI2aSOf7TiE4aE6YSIIh5eF_rS4/s320/Dec.+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> Simon's first Christmas!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTV177AfJz-sc179aRjnSXqy0NJ9JxMJVb3E-jnYS_hcmUO5Xo77bJFOmQ1LuZRqhkOZPS2kAA2W_lGTRkLPDzYNqCe_1IReqp5Hzl5igMym5vLvxHrd2LtVCIUv-_YdNu0eHRJZuJyn4/s1600-h/Dec.+2008+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285434650541609666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTV177AfJz-sc179aRjnSXqy0NJ9JxMJVb3E-jnYS_hcmUO5Xo77bJFOmQ1LuZRqhkOZPS2kAA2W_lGTRkLPDzYNqCe_1IReqp5Hzl5igMym5vLvxHrd2LtVCIUv-_YdNu0eHRJZuJyn4/s320/Dec.+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> River stayed at Grandma's house for a week, and he still didn't want to come home.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6o0aZu5jxKR4zUltJlT1ZH9ATRsPz_B15ujnFXFmHECKxP4yd9LrXXl7FAzNmYg-xDSYKTX2Qt5D4fK_Ui1e0sKTqsYjpf1x_2Z6OpuWHdgUI8qeLU8xFsOd3BLXkQUheFoFcvtLQJc/s1600-h/100_2340.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285434289122443426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6o0aZu5jxKR4zUltJlT1ZH9ATRsPz_B15ujnFXFmHECKxP4yd9LrXXl7FAzNmYg-xDSYKTX2Qt5D4fK_Ui1e0sKTqsYjpf1x_2Z6OpuWHdgUI8qeLU8xFsOd3BLXkQUheFoFcvtLQJc/s320/100_2340.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7dt-PiAZMPTOtb1DkSNHd7gJQxE32DN1kESMw8nJS1A_5E6pVu2sv2mL8r_Vy6OF0lYhn-XYRNHpjUWlGpIXjtL_CikwvDQzDhKQGBUn9GnZkXHncdqCdUm9xWvSHhneqelAJJyK5fiE/s1600-h/100_2339.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285434043401168818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7dt-PiAZMPTOtb1DkSNHd7gJQxE32DN1kESMw8nJS1A_5E6pVu2sv2mL8r_Vy6OF0lYhn-XYRNHpjUWlGpIXjtL_CikwvDQzDhKQGBUn9GnZkXHncdqCdUm9xWvSHhneqelAJJyK5fiE/s320/100_2339.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /> Boston, Ryann, and River opening their jammies on Christmas Eve.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6PwV-vB8cmFE2NavXcPTj1ZjRB1KSbxiIdytH6xzp-9HCrB_zD86nD9LNj3mPugKMtuPfXPS7c2YHvXR0iqgfoTJklA1Za_fNjge78bKcC0JEaHmQNgS3_KsIkDGslR762Ztlvm9_nmw/s1600-h/100_2333.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285433671348321954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6PwV-vB8cmFE2NavXcPTj1ZjRB1KSbxiIdytH6xzp-9HCrB_zD86nD9LNj3mPugKMtuPfXPS7c2YHvXR0iqgfoTJklA1Za_fNjge78bKcC0JEaHmQNgS3_KsIkDGslR762Ztlvm9_nmw/s320/100_2333.JPG" border="0" /></a> Thanks Roy and Myrna for all your hospitality and all the fun we had at your house. We always look forward to coming over because we know it will be a great time. We love you!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-50378013043169993612008-11-23T20:02:00.000-08:002008-11-23T20:21:20.069-08:00Need an autograph? Take a number...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wQCVuvjskyaE7RiVjUdzicco6pPuim-sP5PauG_ksEEpfeHSGYfnjilLkkp9CeGMI9XNbxntFxgiH8zymljfqHfCkVnJKD9iFj_sZ4sSlS4pI52U8uniWkr04SbjzUzAlN80UdaYb1w/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272074229844223506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wQCVuvjskyaE7RiVjUdzicco6pPuim-sP5PauG_ksEEpfeHSGYfnjilLkkp9CeGMI9XNbxntFxgiH8zymljfqHfCkVnJKD9iFj_sZ4sSlS4pI52U8uniWkr04SbjzUzAlN80UdaYb1w/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Did anyone see the new December issue of The Ensign? Your favorite Eddins Family just happens to be featured in an article! We have an artist in our ward who works for the Ensign as an illustrator. He uses people from our ward all the time for his models in his paintings. One day we just happened to be in the right place at the right time, and he decided to use us as his models. Needless to say, I (Avery) was so stoked to do this because I knew this would be my "foot in the door" to jumpstart my modeling career! As you can tell from the picture, I am very excited to be in it. Faren is in the background in the green jacket, and River and Boston are playing in the sandbox in the corner. The other kids in the painting are our neighbors, the Wiegman's. So I expect all of you to tear out your page and scrapbook it for life, because now you can all say that you know someone who is famous.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbT9kiuWSx2qgFF0o7OgmTeg1Vmi-3PwdA0QXSO5OPcquKgaPlk55PKfJv8y3nP4ZWlF6JvLaULEnIaYWpJhW1TKYo6sy81DXaT9cgF5HjX4SVtAKwzqglw54olPK5R8NlI3xU5aiBtwc/s1600-h/scan0034.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-5151477136566254232008-11-08T20:48:00.000-08:002008-11-08T20:49:21.329-08:00My Latest Project<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br />I saw these cute paintings in a catalog, but they were $40 a piece! So I grabbed my trusty toll paints and bought some cheap canvases, and Wa- la! Now Simon has something to hang on his wall! I love making things like this- if anyone has any more cute homemade ideas, let me know. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JZmep3pJ2GUMBNAWLI-eWiKgPkrHpHFrhjo-6-A3TBwJ5vh4gLI6iDmIHcMaLf0rB64ghEFqtmIQi_Y1A9L-NMPdniQmVjM4Ajx2wTZ0sfD0YRnB4xlrEa29mZwfVVHI84J079XkNag/s1600-h/100_2321.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JZmep3pJ2GUMBNAWLI-eWiKgPkrHpHFrhjo-6-A3TBwJ5vh4gLI6iDmIHcMaLf0rB64ghEFqtmIQi_Y1A9L-NMPdniQmVjM4Ajx2wTZ0sfD0YRnB4xlrEa29mZwfVVHI84J079XkNag/s320/100_2321.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7GpiqDFnvXqzek6O_uPrpBnIPN1ulMDbCcGlHDf5t8xviJurN1H2aolSxkJslaeES4b1BVH50rojWt_TtvmnkO_PVHhAMuU_zVQ6TlkJ9JV28Ek_keQkQmyVhF1CPRkIU7n-LLOQj4w/s1600-h/100_2322.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7GpiqDFnvXqzek6O_uPrpBnIPN1ulMDbCcGlHDf5t8xviJurN1H2aolSxkJslaeES4b1BVH50rojWt_TtvmnkO_PVHhAMuU_zVQ6TlkJ9JV28Ek_keQkQmyVhF1CPRkIU7n-LLOQj4w/s320/100_2322.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMN8EImNhw2I3lpHYPInrlMaFitFMIXm_VAiv9VPd3EYFSG3z2Y1cJ87dafxUlbRcAWd_y34IW2oEtL39lowHiLvdMY6ZLmF6lcc4_rkiw0oOxvq79lxjmNQei11Ss3p1fltZEsCWD6rE/s1600-h/100_2326.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMN8EImNhw2I3lpHYPInrlMaFitFMIXm_VAiv9VPd3EYFSG3z2Y1cJ87dafxUlbRcAWd_y34IW2oEtL39lowHiLvdMY6ZLmF6lcc4_rkiw0oOxvq79lxjmNQei11Ss3p1fltZEsCWD6rE/s320/100_2326.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> Isn't this boy the cutest? I think he might just be our best looking one so far...<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-24558074273571524242008-10-30T23:14:00.000-07:002008-10-30T23:14:25.123-07:00Just thought you'd like to see...<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><br />....The cutest baby lion! Simon's first Halloween. Ahhh, the memories. More later.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ifJujDgqoCxwOC2hVtVu3wuOcnNpKXoNTLiTd2xTIOI3Hejv3tw4UZ5oa5xgwFLhBkFkrLBWIcTH374y-rvB5p1_AwkrXs_IHEFmV87niMjX6iW9cU6ZnHhtVp9FOnZyX2aTHGWBq8M/s1600-h/Oct.08+008.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ifJujDgqoCxwOC2hVtVu3wuOcnNpKXoNTLiTd2xTIOI3Hejv3tw4UZ5oa5xgwFLhBkFkrLBWIcTH374y-rvB5p1_AwkrXs_IHEFmV87niMjX6iW9cU6ZnHhtVp9FOnZyX2aTHGWBq8M/s320/Oct.08+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWUw0rJYAOUEOw5hTdz4FbQH6DM-rD3kga9H-EApeisu-fLUb_rDJQKGTM2HC1fKJcGqu9HFIlPQJ103Ce6Ei93Je0sQICVziaxoid35PCL5x57obl2WtuqfcLD1AYxxxKD-zQGYZnrEA/s1600-h/Oct.08+009.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWUw0rJYAOUEOw5hTdz4FbQH6DM-rD3kga9H-EApeisu-fLUb_rDJQKGTM2HC1fKJcGqu9HFIlPQJ103Ce6Ei93Je0sQICVziaxoid35PCL5x57obl2WtuqfcLD1AYxxxKD-zQGYZnrEA/s320/Oct.08+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-637010275460420147.post-34888389714752353852008-10-29T20:03:00.000-07:002008-10-29T20:37:34.430-07:00Guess the Baby!<p> </p><p> </p><p align="center">All of our babies have looked very similar when they are little, but as they grow, they start to take on their own look. I thought it would be fun to post pictures of them and guess who is who. See how well you know them.</p><p> </p><p> 1.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNJKyHsOjXeHhdnlJ0xz_xdrN-_0eYIXoMhfqZcRWh8yMsAgfrlQzmQ5LDt4j62msgyknbAokdMCQYrb1Bpw5-WxDDZj_IJrClIonf8O3PgjI3g8Y1i1aAsY6BFXCWvqKn0TrC1U04t8/s1600-h/Sept302006+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262780768147277586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNJKyHsOjXeHhdnlJ0xz_xdrN-_0eYIXoMhfqZcRWh8yMsAgfrlQzmQ5LDt4j62msgyknbAokdMCQYrb1Bpw5-WxDDZj_IJrClIonf8O3PgjI3g8Y1i1aAsY6BFXCWvqKn0TrC1U04t8/s320/Sept302006+047.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> 2.<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUb6dvv2EUrv2JKqeYFf4fZFQA0LJGQA32DUKsTBLRBwFs-5K7tbwY7jtLD53HGQSDCaWR5J_7L6RH-VE_Ec52o3UF9OEJSzEHoCVPzdnh6bS-A2Is0imJItYHy793erOTdBWf9LTk2U/s1600-h/101_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262780176173863378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUb6dvv2EUrv2JKqeYFf4fZFQA0LJGQA32DUKsTBLRBwFs-5K7tbwY7jtLD53HGQSDCaWR5J_7L6RH-VE_Ec52o3UF9OEJSzEHoCVPzdnh6bS-A2Is0imJItYHy793erOTdBWf9LTk2U/s320/101_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> 3.<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNT002GMlr1BPLkLg-vzRlgGU4Z4VEprG4ZaexP7I9ki3jlrjPh4CtWwM6G0cF1lMxARm4CYvTyhIMUIzegE9ptFlHiKg78W_U8iWIioAKDypC2cgt9yva5zUPfa7yL6QATw96IquLX4E/s1600-h/River's+6th+Bday+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262779915255577938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNT002GMlr1BPLkLg-vzRlgGU4Z4VEprG4ZaexP7I9ki3jlrjPh4CtWwM6G0cF1lMxARm4CYvTyhIMUIzegE9ptFlHiKg78W_U8iWIioAKDypC2cgt9yva5zUPfa7yL6QATw96IquLX4E/s320/River's+6th+Bday+033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> 4.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5__KCZSnVRvNZHWSTtFh9Fq16aGNJCnUYjg2XUyx7ydDG7LVUqoaRx79HHNt-x-aWn_sPICRc0E3XyTaU6VK6jQ1THI0l5pHOZTkOzeu-xVgn0d4bcST5ioJ7wdqxY9jlMsOTXtpVtx0/s1600-h/DCP_4164.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262779601786300162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5__KCZSnVRvNZHWSTtFh9Fq16aGNJCnUYjg2XUyx7ydDG7LVUqoaRx79HHNt-x-aWn_sPICRc0E3XyTaU6VK6jQ1THI0l5pHOZTkOzeu-xVgn0d4bcST5ioJ7wdqxY9jlMsOTXtpVtx0/s320/DCP_4164.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /> 5.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmswe4vUvl4pc5J61bUDqTdwMTc_OAEqtOL4t7ZW_Osa3JMiCfRwph62QAxw_AkRLQyASn39SxykRygp1PxVPecdldSJ5h5KRUF5Itgvk1gP2wFlQ5FZlPNqq4pU4mb8ssIyyjpvbzf5E/s1600-h/Feb.18,2008again+191.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262779379438473106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmswe4vUvl4pc5J61bUDqTdwMTc_OAEqtOL4t7ZW_Osa3JMiCfRwph62QAxw_AkRLQyASn39SxykRygp1PxVPecdldSJ5h5KRUF5Itgvk1gP2wFlQ5FZlPNqq4pU4mb8ssIyyjpvbzf5E/s320/Feb.18,2008again+191.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> 6.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFztUe2fNlqap7w5Uogr1ae-ADcqacr2bzdhuy4sEOwTw2fwcUresZxhyphenhyphennic7_6Gt49wKkP0C5QR86P8IhheAuypARBFsYGi2b47w2AzNKTn4gaQhNkjcJAj7PElcFlsFEu8w19FWWFk/s1600-h/April+2+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778952383987458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFztUe2fNlqap7w5Uogr1ae-ADcqacr2bzdhuy4sEOwTw2fwcUresZxhyphenhyphennic7_6Gt49wKkP0C5QR86P8IhheAuypARBFsYGi2b47w2AzNKTn4gaQhNkjcJAj7PElcFlsFEu8w19FWWFk/s320/April+2+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /> 7.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Weiahyw9SYEhZgUo3hyphenhyphenjo0TLQAWUSZdQBiXADF9GATUA5cvOtznllOHbrlM2x7nTQOR0LnWnyj0VffYhPERWcGu0Fvfjld7A5pfyacriLx5hBgMB8j0HEVRK7PIFZpLeVNWI22ESU-Q/s1600-h/dcp_4792.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262777808641886674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Weiahyw9SYEhZgUo3hyphenhyphenjo0TLQAWUSZdQBiXADF9GATUA5cvOtznllOHbrlM2x7nTQOR0LnWnyj0VffYhPERWcGu0Fvfjld7A5pfyacriLx5hBgMB8j0HEVRK7PIFZpLeVNWI22ESU-Q/s320/dcp_4792.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /> 8.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbovq5If1yyBufsmhuNAqbvbnvfXNFRFGfBrinjNJIz5Ozy3-NGTYTERuJanpan-lnEFZ5qKtQU0LtVxDUT9_WOY1GKHnztDAbjD2ffA86VORCLeIs4O-tgIKdLOfxPjHYxS8gidxCjEE/s1600-h/J._Nelson's_104.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262777655437501922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbovq5If1yyBufsmhuNAqbvbnvfXNFRFGfBrinjNJIz5Ozy3-NGTYTERuJanpan-lnEFZ5qKtQU0LtVxDUT9_WOY1GKHnztDAbjD2ffA86VORCLeIs4O-tgIKdLOfxPjHYxS8gidxCjEE/s320/J._Nelson's_104.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Answers: 1. Boston</div><div align="center"> 2. Boston</div><div align="center"> 3. Simon</div><div align="center"> 4. Baby Jack- just thought I'd confuse everyone a little!</div><div align="center"> 5. Simon</div><div align="center"> 6. Simon</div><div align="center"> 7. Simon</div><div align="center"> 8. Boston</div><div> </div><div align="center">Sorry there are none of River, but we don't have any digital pics of him when he was a baby. That was clear back in the olden days of 2002. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><p></p>pharenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201819330560597229noreply@blogger.com4