Sunday, October 16, 2011

Autumn Splendors

We live in a very beautiful corner of the world.  One need only go with open eyes into the mountains within a few miles of our home on a beautiful autumn day, of which there are many, to see the magnificence of God's creations in all their splendor.  The leaves in Logan Canyon are turning color, though I have seen them more vibrant than they are this year.  The higher elevations have already received their first dusting of snow, warning that winter is not far behind, along with its own special variety of rugged beauty, and of course catching a view of Bear Lake at twilight can be a deeply moving experience in and of itself, beautiful and ever changing in its moods.  I am grateful to live in this beautiful world and to still have the will and the strength to get out a bit and enjoy some of what is so conveniently near.  I always come home a better man and in awe of what I've been permitted to see.

Just a couple of miles away up Logan Canyon October 13, 2011.
Aspens in their cloak of autumn gold in Logan Canyon.

 A dusting of snow has already come to the area around Tony Grove Lake.  Cool, clear fall air invigorates the soul and stimulates the mind.
Twilight autumn moods at Bear Lake Oct 13, 2011
 An autumn evening comes to Bear Lake.  Panorama Oct 13, 2011

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

At Philip and MEgan's for Libbie's Baptism

As you can see from the following pictures, life is good in Henderson, Nevada for Philip and MEgan and their family.  It is hard to believe that it has already been eight years since Libbie was born.  She is a very special young lady and we were honored to be able to be present at her baptismal service.  She is a very pretty girl and has been taught well.  She is also obviously adored by all her family and those who know her.  Philip and MEgan make every effort to do as the Lord would want them to do and are being richly blessed in their family.  Life is never without a few challenges, but they seem to be coping well and making lots of new friends in the big city of Las Vegas.


Philip and his sweet eight-year old Libbie in their home in Henderson, a suburb of Las Vegas.

Here we have a little closer up picture of Libbie and her mom.  They are very close and share a great love for their family.  Megan can not help but feel proud of her beautiful children.
Here is the entire family just prior to Libbie's baptism.  What a wonderful and good looking family they have.  We are glad they have each other and look to the Lord to guide them in all that they do.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Rainy Days and Mondays don't have to get us down

When my boys were young we sometime, probably not often enough, I would take them fishing.  We went to Ovid Creek or up below the Lyme Hymas place in Liberty, or to Little Valley, or Cottonwood Lake, or close by at Montpelier Reservoir or Montpelier Creek or sometime just up at the Rearing Pond in Montpelier Canyon.   These were good times spent with my sons.  Sometimes we caught fish and some times not.  It mattered little.  We were together and we were out in Nature, which God has created for us to enjoy.  We talked about small things and large.  Most of all we felt a togetherness all sons and fathers should experience.  I taught them the fundamentals, but most of them soon out paced their dad in fishing as in most other aspects of life, but mostly for all of them, it's not really so much about fishing as it is about being together with each other and close to our Maker.  When times are tough, when were feeling blue, and when we are not, there is someplace we can go and leave the troubles of the world behind for a few hours and remember who we are and what life is all about.  Monday Justin and I went fishing.  It rained some off and on for most of the day.  We caught a few fish.  We came home tired, but refreshed.  It was great to spend some time with Justin. We love him and his family and know there will be many good days ahead with them.  He's been tested a lot of late, but he will be alright.  He knows who he is.  He knows who made him, and he knows we love him.  There is peace to be found.  Rainy days and Mondays don't have to get us down.

 This painting by Star Valley's A. R. Kennington reminds me of the the days when  my boys were growing up and learning how to fish.
Justin in his float tube enjoying a Monday fly fishing between thunder showers.  We love the autumn season, the cool, fresh mountain air, the peace and solitude, and the challenge of catching a wily trout.
The autumn moods leave us filled with gratitude for "this wonderful world Heavenly Father created for us."

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Conference Weekend

Find a word in this "Wordle" that might be of interest to you.  The Lord spoke to you and others on that subject through his apostles and prophets during the General Conference concluded this afternoon.  If you didn't listen to all of the sessions, it's not to late. They will be available on the Internet very soon and will be published in next months Ensign.


     For many years I have looked forward to the weekend of General Conference in Salt Lake City.  As a young child I remember listening to it on the radio long before anyone in our small farming community ever had a telephone or a television.  I do not remember all that was taught at these conferences, but I do remember the voices of  President David O. McKay  and  others, and how I felt, as they gave their sermons to the growing number of church members.  One thing that impressed me especially, at my young age, was that my Dad and Mom thought the words of the prophets and apostles were important for us to hear. 
     I remember during the time I served on a mission in Germany, we did not have access to the conference broadcasts and how I wished we had been able to hear the leaders of the Church every six months.
      I remember as a young father with a growing family in Montpelier, Idaho, I often sought to combine my love of family, the outdoors and the leaders of the Church by packing a lunch, and sometimes a kid and going with as many of my children as were willing up to the summit of Midnight Mountain above Lanark and spending the  beautiful fall day there with my children listening to conference on a transistor radio I had purchased when I was a missionary in Germany some years before.  After I was called to the bishopric in the Montpelier Third Ward I travelled to Salt Lake City for Conference nearly every time for six or seven years.  We would usually stay with Ellis and Jeannine in Bountiful.  I had generally been able to get tickets from the Stake President or our ward bishop and would then arise early on Conference morning and drive into Salt Lake City where I would find a parking spot and then go the Temple Square to await the time when the doors would open.  I wanted to be at the front of the line so that I could be on the first few rows in the Tabernacle for conference.  I was usually successful.  I remember some of the General Authorities would come down off the stand before conference began and shake hands with some of those on the front few rows.  I remember shaking hands with President Hinckley, President Kimbell, Ezra Taft Benson, and others and having short pleasant conversations with them.  I knew that they were men of God and I rejoiced in being able to see and hear them at the same time.  Later when Televison reception and coverage of General Conference were improved, I began to stay home and enjoy the Conference messages from the comfort of our home with the family.  It sometimes bothered me when the children were less than thrilled with the long conference sessions, but then I remembered my own younger years and must admit I was not a lot different.  I just didn't have as many alternatives as kids do these days.
     I now look forward to not only the conferences, but also to the published versions of these which soon follow in the Ensign and on the Internet.  It has become a habit to read and reread them every six months.  How fortunate we are to have prophets and apostles among us today to teach us and guide us as we find our way through the difficult challenges we face in the modern world.
     I recently spoke with a young man about attending the Priesthood Session with me.  He just kind of laughed at me and declined.  I couldn't sleep very well that night.  I was saddened by this response.  As I sat  on the couch in the living room reading about two o'clock in the morning, I came across the following line in an article in the Ensign. "Those who ignore or treat lightly the word of God do not have access to that divine compass which points the way to the Savior."  These are the words of David A. Bednar.  I know that they are true.  When we seek for answers in the scriptures and in the words of the prophets, the Spirit will guide us through the storms of life.  When we do not, we are left to our own devices, which will certainly come up short of the goal we all should have, to return to the Father and be as He is.  My wish is that all of our family will feast upon the words of the Lord and deny themselves nothing that He so much wants us to have and know as we struggle along the pathway of this life.




Sunday, September 18, 2011

Kinsey

On Saturday evening we took the opportunity to go down to Murray to watch our granddaughter, Kinsey Amanda, participate in the 2012 Miss Murray Pageant.  She is in her Senior year at Murray High School and is a beautiful young seventeen year old, who is not only beautiful, but wise beyond her years. We were very happy to be there.  There was an excellent program featuring eleven different young women from Murray all vying for the crown of Miss Murray.  They chose a winner and four runners up. Though in our opinion, Kinsey was by far the most gorgeous girl on stage, she didn't win the title and crown of Miss Murray, but she didn't come up empty handed either.  She was named Fourth Runner Up.  Some of the girls were older and more experienced, but Kinsey certainly did very well and made us all proud.  Of course, we were proud of our Kinsey Amanda already and had been for over seventeen years.  She is awesome in every conceivable way and we love her.
           Miss Murray Pageant 2012
Regal Kinsey in the evening gown competition.

Here is our Kinsey with her response to the questions posed to her on stage in front of the large crowd.

Kisnsey with a couple of the other contestants.  She made good friends with the other girls and had a super experience, not to mention winning some money for college next year.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

A Day Alone in The Mountains

Yesterday I decided to spend some time alone in the mountains.  I decided to go over to Camp Bartlett.  I took my fishing pole, a good church book, my camera, and my lunch and headed off for a day of solitude on a beautiful early fall day.  I was not disappointed.  I didn't see another soul.  I caught a few fish and returned each one carefully to the water to be caught again by some other angler another day.  I sat on a log and read and pondered some of the writings of Elder Neal A. Maxwell.  It is surprising the insights one gets alone in the woods pondering on the things of eternity.  I had left my camera on a log while I was fishing and happened to look up and see a deer sniffing around my camera.  I'm glad he didn't decide to take it with him.  Needless to say, I didn't get a picture of the deer.  I did, however, get pictures of other wild life.  I surprised a moose browsing in the rushes along the lake shore and yet another on the side of road as I was driving home through Emigration Canyon.

This is just one of the many moods of the lake at Camp Bartlett.  It seems to change from hour to hour.


A startled moose, returning to the shore after deciding I was really no threat.

This young bull moose was seen near the summit of Emigration Canyon licking the rocks along the roadside for salt.

I can fully understand why Joseph went to the grove for answers and why Moses and others went "up onto the mount", and why I have always appreciated the solitude and unity I feel when I am alone in the mountains.  I count this as one of the great blessings of my life.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Saturday Surprise

This past Saturday we had a great surprise.  Jared and his sweet family (at least most of them) came up for a visit.  Shanna and the three youngest ones drove up from Murray, while Jared (ever the ambitious one) rode his bike the hundred miles to Logan.  Irregardless of how they came, we were happy to have them all.  It was nice to just and hang out and do some good visiting.  Before they went back home we ordered a couple of Pizzas and enjoyed them together at the Merlin Olsen Park.  I guess that was our little Labor Day celebration for this year.  We missed Kinsey, but she is always up to something good so we will forgive her this time.

Emily and Melissa at the Merlin Olsen Park cooling off their tootsies.
They are growing up so fast.

Sam playing in the dirt.  What else, he's a boy.

Sitting on the bridge planning their next adventure.

Jared will be back again for Lotoja this coming Saturday.  I'm betting he doesn't ride his bike back up here to Logan for that.