Koshare Indian Dancers

The Koshare Indian Dancers are coming to Bear Lake.

Stephen befriended this troop and Venturing Crew from

LaJunta, Colorado since he has been working down there.

This is a unique and exemplary troop. They are celebrating

their 75th anniversay this year. They do all the traditional

scouting things, but take it a step further. They emphasize

keeping the lore of the Native Americans alive and have been

performing Indian, dances, songs etc. in elaborate native

costumes which have won them worldwide acclaim. They were

in Japan last year, and have performed all over the USA. They

have performed before Presidents, at half time for professional

football games, and for family and school groups and everything

in between. Most impressive to me is that thy have produced

more than 600 Eagle Scouts, 90 percent of which have gone on

to college, and they count more than 100 doctor's degrees, either

PhDs, MDs or thother academic doctorates among their alumni.

Show me another little town like LaJunta., that can boast the same.

And that is just the tip of the iceberg as to what they have done.

We consider it an honor to be able to host them here, and invite any

and all who can to come and see their program, If you can't come

please tell others about it. They will be at the Bear Lake Middle

School Auditorium at 7:00 PM on Monday August, 11th.

Good Times

Is this little pitcher a cute kid or what?



Nobody needs to go hungry. There's plenty and to spare.


It's not hard to believe that they are children of God too.

Annika digging in the sand at the beach at Bear Lake.

Maddie, is she going to get completly covered with this stuff?

Ryan and Sam enjoying each other and a few hours in the

sun at Bear Lake.

They are just as cute from the backside as from the front.

Well, maybe not.

It's a big, beautiful, fun puddle.

Alison leaning into a turn. Fast and lots of fun.

Going for a ride with Aunt Alison.

Megan, a little Bear Lake mermaid.

Rene, always busy???? Is digging a hole and filling it up

really being busy? Fun for all nonetheless.

Alison, Ada, Annika, and Micah at the beach.

Bright Eyes, Avery playing in the sand at Bear Lake.

Do cousins like each other or what?

Twins???? No, but Annika and Ada have the same hair

dresser. Good job, Aunt Samantha.

How often do we get all-you-can-eat fresh salmon.

Thanks Ammon for going fishing in Alaska. It was delicious.

Our little paleantologist discovering another fossil. No,

it was not a dinosour, nor was it Grandpa Bart.

Just counting our many blessings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can we

ever stop?

Oregon Trail Cneter

When you gotta go you gotta go. Oh ,but there is competion.

As most of you know the national Oregon/California

Trail Center is located in Montpelier. They are always

making changes and improvements. The last one which

was erected just this week is a life sized statue assemblage

representing the descent down Big Hill, which is located

just to the South of Montpelier.

Tough times on the trail near Big Hill. Everyone had to

help. It is said to have been the first major hill faced by

the Oregon bound pioneers in the many wagon trains that

traversed this area from the early 1840s until 1869 and

the coming of the first transcontinental railroad.

Maddie B. in front of the new Oxen and Wagon Display.

Yet another photo of these great people who were

willing to sacrifice whatever it took. We have a great

heritage which has blessed us all in untold ways through
the many years, influencing the lives of pioneer ancestors,

and indirectly all of us in profound ways.
When you are in Montpelier stop and take a look atound
I know you will come away impressed

The Mormon Trail paralleled the Oregon Trail on the

opposite side of the Platte River for much of the journey.

Madison's baptism at Bear Lake

Madison Brooke Eborn was baptized at Camp Hunt on
Bear Lake June 12, 2008 by her father Jason Eborn.
She has spent every one of her birthdays at a scout
camp and wanted to be baptized in beautiful Bear Lake.


Is any one going to go into the water with me?




Yes, Maddie, Your dad is going in to baptize you and your
uncle's Philip and Dan are going to act as witnesses. They
are all holders of the Melchizedek Priesthood. They had
to go out quite a ways before the water was deep enough
to baptize her by immersion like Jesus was baptized in
the River Jordan.

Jason acting in the name of our Lord, Jesus Christ, and

with priesthood authority. This is a great blessing in all

of our lives, but especially for Madison tonight.

The sacred ordinance has been performed and they

are heading back to shore. It was spiritually impressive.

I hope this sacred ordinance will never be forgotten by

any of us.

Getting ready for confirmation. Madison was confirmed

a member of the Church and given the gift of the Holy

Ghost by her father Jason on the beach following the

baptism. You will receive many gifts in your life, but this

one, will be by far the most valuable gift you will

receive in this life. You will come to understand this

more and more as you grow older and an strive to do

what is right. Just remember, the gift of the Holy Ghost

only works when you keep your promises to the Lord

Jesus.

We love you Madison, and are so proud that you are a

part of our family and our granddaughter.

Grandpa Bart and Grandma Iris

Jason and his boys after Maddie's baptism at Bear Lake.

Jason's beautiful girls.

Jason still carrying his Maddie at camp after eight years.

They are very close and love one another very much.

Jason and Rene's Forever Family at Bear Lake after

Madison's baptismal service.

Thanks to the whole family for letting us share in this

special, sacred event in your lives.

Scout Camp at Camp Bartlett

I went to see Addison while he and his dad were camped
Camp Bartlett on Friday night. They seemed to be
having a good time.


Addison and some of the other boys in his troop on the
See-Saw at Camp Bartlett's Grizzly campsite.


Ammon is the assisstant scoutmaster in their troop.
It's always good to have dad along.



Addison, age 12, at Camp Bartlett, Grizzly Campsite.
think we might have been involved in a Guiness Book
of World Record's while I was there with them. We
sat through a three-hour plus campfire program.
Now, that's a lot of corny skits even for a bunch of scouts.

This Old House

This old house once knew my children.

This old house once knew my wife.

This old house was home and comfort

As we fought the storms of life.


It has been with mixed emotions that we have been
preparing our home of the last thirty-five years for
sale in anticipation of our move to a new home in
Logan. My mind has been flooded with memories,
most of them good, about about family and events
that took place here as we have gone through each
room and tried to spruce them up before this old
house becomes the place of other people's
memories as well.



This is the front of our home. Alison helped me remove
shrubs that had been there forever and create a new
flowerbed in their place. The flowers got a rather late
start this year, but they will soon be looking good as the
summer progresses and their roots become better
established.


I would hate to count the number of loads of firewood
that have gone through this wood burning stone. It has
helped to keep us war on those cold winter evenings, and
a sense of nostalgic security when the winds howled
outside and the temperatures plummeted to more than
forty degrees below zero. In addition all those trips to the
mountains for firewood helped me to get in better shape
and even lose some of the excess pounds I seemed to
gain during the months of winter.



In this cozy family room many hours have been spent.
It has been the scene of many hours of play and
laughter. Here we had our family home evenings,
enjoyed the company of family and friends, spent our
Christmas eves together, and said our goodbyes each
morning as we went our separate ways.


We have tried not to be prideful, but I must admit, that
in this room we displayed with pleasure/pride pictures of
our basketball players, Eagle scouts, and our children's
temple marriages.


This small dining table replaced a much larger one where
nine people sat each day to partake of the delicious meals
prepared by my angel wife, Iris. We were never wealthy,
but as far as I know, no one ever went away hungry or
malnourished, for which we are very grateful.


This is a view of our new kitchen. Justin, Ammon, Ryan
and Stephen and I worked all night on it. Justin and
Ammon did most of the cabinets while Stephen and Ryan
laid the new flooring. They did a wonderful job and we
were and still are very grateful for their help.


Another view of our new kitchen. It was a wonderful and
much needed improvement to our home.


This picture was taken from inside our sun room
looking out toward the highway that leads up the canyon
toward Yellowstone National Park.


I built this "sun room" onto our house with my own two
hands. It is not perfect nor was its builder, but it allows
us to feel like we are outside in nature without going
out of doors. Many hours have been spent relaxing and
just looking out the window at the yard, the flowers, the
birds and the squirrels.


Our living room was mostly a place of peace and quiet.
A place where we could read and contemplate, a place
where we could enjoy the effects of good music, a place
for quiet conversation with family and friends.


Another view of our living room.






This small garden is but a reminder of the much larger
one we had for many years when the family was young
and there were many mouths to feed. Today it allows
me to get my hands in the dirt and to enjoy at least a
little of the fresh vegetables we grow. There is nothing
much better than young red potatoes, creamed peas and
carrots directly from the garden.


Here we see one of Grandpa Bart's flower beds. I have
always been a sort of "flower child". Justin helped me
get the blocks for the flower bed and the pavers for our
patio when he worked at Lowes. The mountain bike has
taken me over hundreds of miles of mountain roads and
trails and at least a dozen trips around beautiful Bear
Lake. I still ride it but not on such long rides as was
once the case.

This has been our home. I hope that memories of this
little piece of geography bring black many pleasant
memories. We had our moments, our challenges and
trials, but for the most part, I think we lived and
walked in peace and harmony before the Lord. We hope
that the experiences you had here have had a positive
effect on your lives.


I love you all, always have and always will.

Dad