arches

Our computer has been broken. We have Dave's laptop, but I don't really love using it, so I only go on it when absolutely necessary. But Dave fixed the Mac for only 20 bucks and a couple hours of time so hooray for not having to get a new one! And it means I can get back to writing.

It has been a long few months. Dave had an easy rotation in July, which allowed us to be in Idaho for almost 4 whole weeks. But since we got back it has been one long week after another. 70-80 hour work weeks really wear on you. And the wife at home for that matter.

But last week was his vacation week and it happened to coincide with the kids having a 5 day weekend from school. So we took a trip down to Arches National Park. We have been wanting to go since we moved to Utah and it did not disappoint.

This picture was actually taken on our way out of the park. But its one of the few that has us all in it.

We camped in the park, but we got their after dark, so we had no idea what was surrounding us. We were not disappointed.

Our campsite at sunrise

We started off up at Devil's garden, where we hike for about 3 hours and saw and played around several arches. Ana was our photographer for our big camera.

Landscape arch

On the trail

The trail got a little steep but our kids rocked it and I was only terrified a couple of times.

Our kids' favorite part of the entire park was the sand. Oh the sand. It was awesome and annoying at the same time.

After Devil's garden we went back to our camp and ate lunch. Then we headed up to the Delicate Arch. The kids (Jack especially) couldn't wait to see "the" Arch. It's a 3-mile (round trip) hike up the side of a mountain. A lot of open slick rock. I was a little unsure of how the hike would go. There are viewpoints where you can see it, but we decided to try the hike.  I wouldn't exactly call it a kid-friendly hike. There were other kids, but not as young as Katie. There are steep drop-offs along the trail, particularly at the end. The arch itself is on the rim of a steep bowl. I was shaking I was so nervous. Not for myself, but for the kids. I was sure Jack would just start playing around and slide right down the mountain.

But man, was the arch stunning. I have seen hundreds of pictures of it, but I didn't realize how big and majestic it is.  It was amazing. It was definitely worth the terror.

See how tiny Dave and the kids are?

Are we taking a selfie under the arch, Dad?

I think of all the beautiful vistas and magnificent things we saw, my favorite thing about this day was watching the kids. They didn't complain. They didn't stop. They just kept going. We hiked a total of 6 miles that day and they walked it all. Katie, too. She didn't get carried for a minute (she did ask a few times near the end.) They played "freeze-unfreeze" down the mountain. Katie sang "the farmer in the dell" for a while.  Ana did about 89,784 handstands (give or take). Jack laid in the sand every opportunity he could. They all took turns carrying the water. We ate a ridiculous amount of dum-dums (which is how we get our kids to hike). And they did it! It was awesome to watch. Katie kept right up with the big kids the whole time. I was so proud of them. And they all slept soundly that night. Dave and I got to sit up by the campfire and look at the amazing stars.

Katie was the "freeze" captain. She always tried to freeze while Ana was in the air.

The next day we left the park, but not before exploring some more arches with much shorter and easier walks to them.

Sand Dune arch was one of our favorites. Tucked away between high vertical walls, and tons and tons of sand.

 

We went into Moab for lunch, and then went to Canyonlands National Park for the afternoon. (By the way, did you know 4th graders get into National Parks for free? Thanks, Ana!)

By this point, Charlie was kind of done. He was done not being able to get down and crawl around. He was done having irregular naps and meals. Canyonlands was amazing, though. it was perfect to go for just a couple hours.

Mesa Arch in Canyonlands

So. many. handstands.

 

And I think to myself: What a wonderful world.

our summer

First of all, there is this:

So naturally, there has been a lot of this: 

Because I am dead tired and nauseated all. the. time. But that's how it goes.

There has also been this:

Which I never get tired of. Even if our swamp cooler is marginal at best and it is stinking hot. I am not complaining.

And there is all of this:

So overall, I am not complaining. Life is good, my friends. Life is good.

making a house a home

This last weekend we went up to Idaho for a few days. We went fishing with Dave's brother, celebrated Jack's birthday, stayed up way too late, and went to church in our old Rupert ward. It was wonderful.

By the time we were driving home last night a vague homesickness set in. Usually after a trip, the drive home feels like a relief, but this time it didn't. Our walls are still bare. I still haven't unpacked my boxes of books (something that always makes me feel more at home) and it is strange that my calendar is relatively empty. It doesn't quite feel like home yet. It will. I love our new neighborhood and our house is great. We got a new couch that I really love. But I am still figuring out where to put things and how to organize stuff and all of that. It takes time. I know it does.

I had a dream the other night that we were done with residency and it was time to move again and I couldn't believe it had gone so fast and I felt like we had just barely moved and I couldn't bring myself to do it again. It has been an exhausting journey, even though it is exciting. Transitions can be hard.

The night before we left Vermont I lay our our little cot in our mostly empty house. Four years before I had done the same thing, and our empty house felt full of promise and hope for the future. This time, though all of our stuff was packed tightly (very, very tightly) in our moving truck, the house didn't feel empty at all. It felt full of ghosts. The ghosts of our memories that filled the house to the brim. Memories of Christmas mornings and lazy Sunday afternoons and the smell of lilacs through the windows and dinners with friends and so many other wonderful things that happened in that house. It was a four year process of making that house a home. And I cried.

The same with happen with this house. We will fill it with so many memories that in a few short years when we pack it up I will cry. And it will feel like home.

May 2014 - Last day

July 2010 - First day in our new home