Today it was my pleasure to drag two of my kids, and my friend’s daughter up to Heber Utah and play Hobo for a few hours. There were snacks, drinks (Sprite, Coke, Gatorade, and more Gatorade), singers, and an old cowboy poet.
It was really nice to spend time with my friend’s daughter. They were in my life long enough, she still feels like one of my kids. Wonderful day, is about all I have to say.
I’m just going to toss ALL the pictures in here, so enjoy your scroll. I also didn’t brighten them up for cell phones, On a computer (the few I’ve used to check anyhow), the images look best like they are. If I push them bright enough for cell phones, they have issues blowing out the brights.
Have fun:
Waiting to start the trip 
Lots of really nice old cars 
Chillin’ 
Not the first time I’ll say this, but the sky is awesome! 
I liked how this looked, don’t know why 
Zoomed in 
Cranes 
My cute daughter 
Little model 
Haulin’ up the curve 
Rough, Curvey, and Colorful 
Old Wood 
Poet Cowboy 
“Where are you from” 
Lots of these Air Foil Things 
Must have been lessons 
That sky though 
Lookin’ down the machine 
Quick shot out the window 
The smoke makes the mountains look fake 
Balance 
Here comes the boat 
Stopped here a bit to get hauled back 
The girl’s shoes 
The girl’s chillin’ 
This little guy was ACTIVE 
Lovin’ the fiddle 
There’s the ladies, listen’in to the musician 
Little guy getting a custom concert 
Deep Thought 
Wanna through a big thank you to my friend that let me haul her daughter around, a huge thank you for being you, and a monster sized thank you for being my sound board, giving me your opinion, and sharing pictures of your travels.
Rebuild, recoup, restore, and restart… It’s never to late to rebuild broken bridges, recoup your drive and desire, restore your passion for what or who you love, and restart from scratch if you need to, just don’t stay still. ~me
