Memory is funny, isn't it? Don't you love how a smell or place can take you back to another time?
Saturday evening we took a little family trip to Uintah Canyon. I swear every five miles up Neola Highway holds a different memory for me. Neola store: Carolyn and Bree Anne, going to the wrong house for a surprise party ... Burning fires: burning (high school) love ... the point of no cell reception: waiting for a call on our first (and only) married camping trip ... Lake Leaving: our first outing with baby Liam ... the campground: a hundred other trips with friends, family, and even a very ripe fetus .... you get the picture.
It was a lovely evening for memories - and everything else. The weather was perfect. We ate oven-baked tinfoil dinners (due to time constraints) and roasted marshmallows. Slice hacked away at a walking stick while I tended the fire, and Liam had the time of his life digging in the dirt. These are the times I live for.
Now I'm tempted to go dig up some old pictures to add to this post.