Utah Part Four, The Cabin

Most of our time in Utah was spent at Grandma and Grandpa's cabin in Duck Creek. It is up in the mountains (and I mean WAY up). The kids loved it, as did we. There is fishing, four-wheeling, logs to split, elk and deer, and hikes just about everywhere.

I love all of the lines!

Grandma and Walker took a lot of walks around the neighborhood, collecting pinecones. He met lots of people, who kept giving him treats. Happy camper.

Four wheeling!

They could have done this the entire time.

Walker was hesitant at first, but quickly became a fan. One of his favorite phrases was "Where is the Rhino?"

Grandpa bribed them by offering rides if they helped load the split wood on the back of the Rhino. Then they would drive it down the hill to the wood pile.

Living in New England we like to brag about our fall foliage, but the leaves were beautiful! They were brilliant yellow and orange. Stunning.

Grandpa and Dad chopped a lot of wood for the fire pit. The boys were ecstatic to hold a real ax and help out. Don't ask me why they aren't this happy to make beds or clean a bathroom. Jeesh.

We saw a LOT of deer. All over the place. 20, 30, 40 at a time. Same with elks. Entire herds, right there in front of your eyes. We heard hunting season was officially starting soon. Not sure how I feel about that, seeing how beautiful they are. But on the other hand, there were a lot of them.

I think Max had one of his headaches here.

Ahhh...we all loved this swing.

A very "sweet" (or is it "sick?") fire pit, constructed by Grandpa and Grandma and the Gleasons. Thanks guys, because the S'mores were awesome.

Argh - smoke in the eyes.

Perfectly toasted.

And the money shot.