Three weeks until the final countdown. The little things are taking on new meaning. Last week our second cousin’s husband from Australia was in town. The boys went for sushi before the Jazz basketball game. My brother splurged our funds and got us on the sixth row. CBug ended up on the Jumbo tron while…
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Antelope Island
I hadn’t been to Utah’s Antelope Island since I was a child. My memories of this place were of bugs galore, floating in a smelly lake, and being able to walk for what seemed like miles in the water with it never getting deeper. Thirty five years later, I returned to find it a winter…
this Christmas…
The last Christmas before the big move away. I hold her just a little tighter than normal, listening to her form words, blow me kisses, wave bye bye. Always making me laugh, full of curiosity and a scientific mind. He delights his weird uncle with a magic show. So full of sassy goodness, her personality…
The ashes of American Flags (part one)
My sister gave me Yankee Hotel Foxtrot to listen to when I was moving out of State. “It’s not my favorite Wilco album, but I think you’ll really like it!” She always understood me better than I did. I used to listen to it nonstop as I would drive around Arizona, through small decimated towns…
SRIL
Early golden hour light illuminates a quiet winter’s morn on the barren city. The wanderer stops the car, straps on his breathing mask, and exits the vehicle. He has stumbled upon the artwork of SRIL. Back in the time of the living man, SRIL art was ranked high in Utah’s graffiti scene. A nod to…
the last game
Sitting in the airport, I take a picture to share my enthusiasm for the upcoming game, knowing that it was to be my final game. Hard to believe that we first starting going to games back in 2008. Tailgating, road games, or at home watching with friends on the television. It’s been a good run….
The mighty Buckskin Gulch
It was 7 am and the temperature was already approaching eighty degrees. A tiny black snake hurriedly scurries in front of me and disappears into the sagebrush. The morning is silent as I start the eighteen mile trek into Buckskin gulch. The sandstone narrows the deeper I venture. Shadows and light playfully dance against the…
Trailside Park
The previous night’s rain did little to damper my plans. I stretch and wolf down a little breakfast before assembling my bike for some early morning trail riding in Trailside Park. The cool Fall air is perfect as I ride these hills. Although I don’t bike anywhere near as often as I did, the world…
my love for the Swell
He knew it, but didn’t want to face the ugly truth. This would be his last time for awhile in The Swell. He searched high and low to find a good final resting spot to be alone with his love. Through the dust cloud created by the car, he sees an old horse corral, and…
Mirror Lake flashbacks
The frost is covering everything in the early morning as Dad tries to get a fire started. “Stay close you two, as Sasquatch has been spotted up here….” I grabbed my little brothers hand tightly as we look for monsters. I was five years old. I use my last twenty dollars to buy beer…
Tubing with S
It’s still hard to believe the news I heard a little over three years ago. S’s father, my friend, committed suicide, leaving a little nine year old behind. S is growing into a remarkable young woman, participating in her first “out of the darkness” event to raise awareness about those suffering with depression. We don’t…