More Ada's Baptism Day Pictures

I got a  few pictures on Ada's baptism day that someone might like.

It was a special day for us and also for Ada and her family.

Bear Lake Gloaming

Sitting on the mountain waiting for the sun to go down and the moon to come up.

My first attempts at panarama photos.

Bear Lake Gloaming!

What a wonderful world!

The Moments That Take Your Breath Away

Yesterday I had another of those very special moments that just take your breath way.  There have been many over the years, all of which have added greatly to my view of life and appreciation of God's creations.

Together with Dean, my brother-in-law, we went climbing in the Tetons.  We got as close to the top of the Grand as I'm ever likely to get.  It was along hike and rather exerting for a couple of old guys celebrating the second anniversary of their thirty-fifth year.  We did it, however, and the rewards included stiff and sore muscles and moments that took our breath away.  The Tetons are majestic and beautiful from any angle, but especially from high on surrounding mountains after a long and arduous hike.  We had perfect weather for our hike and enjoyed the day which didn't end for us until darkness began to fall of the Tetons.  It was definitely worth the effort.

                                                            Along the way.

It wasn't just that I was out of breath.  These were truly moments that took my breath away.  May we all live, truly live, each and every day of our lives.

First Snow on the Mountains

August 30, 2010  This morning it rained here in Logan.  This afternoon the clouds lifted and revealed a definite dusting of white on the mountain tops.  Can winter be far behind?

With Ryan Fly Fishing

Ryan called this afternoon  and wanted me to go with him fly fishing up on the Logan River.  I went and spent some good time with my youngest.  He enjoys nature like his father but is a much better fisherman.  I was more or less the official photographer.  We had a good time together. I hope to do it again many times.

From the above photo you can see that Ryan is just as intense when fly fishing as he is with most other things.

First cast was a strike and Ryan landed a small brown trout.  Beautiful fish this time of year.

Fishing in the mountains can be very relaxing even for one as intense as Ryan is.  Maybe fly fishing was made for just such people.  Someone once told me that for every day you spend fishing in your life your life is extended an extra week.  Maybe we had all ought to spend a little more time out on a stream with a rod in our hand.  Just a thought.

Famous Bear Lake Raspberries

Saturday afternoon my brother Reed, called from Laketown.  He said he was sitting in his raspberry patch and that he had raspberries coming out of his ears.  I'm not sure he meant that literally, but he said he had more raspberries than he knew what to do with, more than he could get picked and more than he had a market for, and said he didn't wan any more of them to go to waste than need be.  He said I could come over and pic what I wanted to on Monday, so I rolled out of bed early and headed over the hill to pick some of those famous Bear Lake Raspberries.  There were lots of berries and I picked for about six hours and came home with enough for at least a few good raspberry desserts and shakes throughout the year.  I enjoyed the solitude and it was good to see that the raspberry industry in Bear Lake has not totally disappeared and that it has a little more basis than just a crazy celebration in Garden City the first week of August every year.  I saw a bumper sticker a while back which read:  "If it's tourist season, how come we can't shoot them."  I think there are some of the natives of that part of the country who'd gladly display a bumper sticker like that.

Yummy, famous, Bear Lake Raspberries.

Waiting to be picked and put into a delicious raspberry shake.

Reed has about four acres of raspberries on his place near the cemetery in Laketown.  That comes to about a mile of row similar to the ones in this picture.  This picture was taken just before the sun came up on the raspberry patch.  Reed has Travis, his youngest son and his wife Linzee, running the raspberry patch.  He teaches school in Providence, and the berries are a little later this year so school is starting up before he is really ready and finished with the raspberry harvest.  They get a lot of people, mostly from Logan, to come over and pick the berries.  Some seem to have had a lot of practice picking.  One lady told me she has picked as many as 18 cases in a day.  Not bad at eight  dollars a case.

When you come around don't be shy about asking us to make you a raspberry shake.  We may have to make a quick run to Smith's for the ice cream, but we'll have the berries

Whose House This Is, I Think I Know......

    One of my favorite poems is Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.  I always loved his special gift with words.  Today, as I went to the Logan Temple to do some work for our kindred dead and also to help others in a like cause, his words, with just a slight modification, entered my mind.  I was impressed by the beauty of that sacred edifice, built at so great a sacrifice and with so much pure love, I was reminded of the word's of Frost's poem with just a little twist of great and earth-changing significance to me and to all who enter it in the right spirit and frame of mind.  I love the Logan Temple and all of the dedicated temples of the Church, but especially the Logan Temple, because this is where I was sealed to my eternal companion and where sacred covenants were made between us and the Lord, which, if we do our part, seal my loved ones and us in the eternities.  In my view, there is no greater blessing than to be with the ones I love in all of eternity.  I am so grateful to live close to this sacred edifice, and to be able to enter it as often as I do, and to worship, to learn, and to serve there.  Words fail me in expressing my love for all of you, and also the holy Temple where our family was sealed together, based on our faithfulness, for time and all eternity.

     Below are just a few of the pictures I have taken of the Logan Temple since we moved to Logan nearly two years ago.

 

"How Beautiful Thy Temples Lord, Each One a Sacred Shrine...."