Well, I was supposed to be spending the week in Bountiful, Utah this week. Zack was attending football camps all week so I decided to bring Haden along and we would hang out at the pool, go shopping and go to Lagoon. We dropped Zack off at the University of Utah camp and drove to Park City to shop at the outlets. I got through one store and looked at my cell phone and I had forty three missed calls! And a text that said, "Oh my gosh Mom!". I called Zack back and he let me know that he had hurt his knee and that the trainer needed to talk to me! I talked to the trainer and he told me that he thought it was a MCL or meniscus injury :( and that Zack was done. So Haden and I went and picked Zack up and took him to an insta care. It was a sprained MCL. UGHHHHHH So we went back to the hotel packed up and made a detour through my home town Annabella. Haden was not very happy about not going to Lagoon. But Annabella always makes him happy.
All of my kids have always loved to go to Grandma and Grandpas. I wanted to stay in Salt Lake City one more night because I was tired of driving and Zack begged me to drive to Annabella instead. He said that he doesn't like hotel beds. When we got to Annabella he confessed that he really just wanted to have Grandma Winn's pancakes the next morning. While we were there I snapped some pictures.
This is my nephew Ryder. He is the cutest, funniest little three year old I know. He loves rodeo clowns and always has his face painted to look like a rodeo clown. He loves the Wild Child aka Randy Muns. He is the rodeo clown that is always at the Dixie Round up. We tried to get Rider to come home with us. He wasn't having anything to do with it.
As we drove the long way around to get on the interstate I stopped and snapped some pictures. The Sevier Valley is having terrible flooding and is considered a disaster area. So to get to Annabella we had to drive around to get there.
Sevier Valley is surrounded by beautiful rocky mountains.
This is Cove Mountain. Annabella is right at the base of these. What a view.
The Monroe Mountains
The red tipped black bird is everywhere. This reminded me of the Oriole that has a cute little song. My dad always told me that the bird was saying, "Elsinore is a pretty little town".
The valley is covered with alfalfa fields. I remember my Dad spending his summer hauling hay for Verl Black. I also remeber my dad always changing sprinkler systems and taking me along after school sometimes so that he could milk the dairy cows for his friends. It was quite the process. Now everytime I smell milke I can also smell the Dairy.
I LOVE this old church. I love the architecture that the first towns people brought from Denmark. There are a lot of old house's still standing that some of the first people here built. They knew how to build. These buildings are outlasting some of the newer buildings. I remeber when I lived in Elsinore my Grandpa Winn was the bishop and he would take me to church early with him and he would take me up the winding stairs of this church's entrance column and we would ring this huge bell by pulling the long rope. This reminded the ward members that it was time for church.
I remeber going to this little drive in during the summers. Me and my friend Stephanie spent our days going between my house, her house, her parents gas station and Gilberts old mercantile store.
This was where Gilberts Store was. This street was a lot more attractive when I lived there.
For fun we would get inner tubes and float down the irrigation ditches.
This is the entrance to Marysvale canyon. I drove through this canyon everyday of my elementary school days. I could tell you all kind of stories. Next time I will make a detour through this canyon and Marysvale.
This week I had to help Hunter with some family history for the pioneer treck. My next blog will be about my Dad's family that travelled across the plains with handcarts to the Salt Lake Valley. They were sent to the Manti area and then eventually were sent to the Sevier Valley. The settled the small farming town of Elsinore. This little town has a lot of Denmark heritage.
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