Russian Sage

With Russian Sage in bloom in front (there are two more) and the yellow flowers in back (I can't think what they are), our yard is looking good, except for weeds growing everywhere. I will not show you a picture of those. Tom is very frustrated as he is used to looking at bare ground and I just don't keep up like he does. But he has been fitted for a temporary leg and has a Jazzy that allows him to get around without help, unless he spins out on rocks. So he's good to go!
I have gone over my book once again, found a few errors and redid information on definite errors. Who are these lucky people in the world that can write books without error? I want to be one of those. "Let's Drive" is ready for the next publication...which should last some time.

Hatch History

I went to check out Hatch Dam History today with Sybil Taylor (Paul Woodward's sister). She is great fun. We picked up Beth Allred who rode out to show us where it used to be then back to the museum to see some old photos. They are glass covered and so easy to get a glare, but I was able to take a couple that turned out sort of good. You can see the old church/school close. The water is flowing from the dam. You can see Hatch in the distance.
While there, I took the picture of the bed carved by Great-Grandpa Carling. He had several items there. The baby bed was made by George Deliverance Wilson
who stopped the storm. Beth said that Val Huntington (Hal Shurtz daughter) had some big pictures of the old dam, so we went to look at them. They had been to Richfield that morning and someone had given her a picture of Calvin, Dean, Gordon and ?. I asked her for that one. Dean is about 15 or so. Or younger. She said she would. The picture shown above is Hatch Dam. The glare isn't so good.
Sybil has a million stories about her dad and Paul and others. She talked and told many. She showed me where Paul's and her grandpa lived and how he watched the things washed away by the flood go by. We had fun.

Swan Bowl

Linda sent this gift for my 50th...Tom and I struggling on together after all this time. She dreams about me being a swan..I never have figured out that one,
but somehow it is appealing. I rather like being a swan in her dreams not being a swan too often in life. I am a swimmer and love the water. That is a little swan-like. This bowl is unusual with the two swans. Tom doesn't seem too much like a swan either, but after 50 years...anyone is a swan!
As you can see, Tom is learning to get around on his one leg. The bear in back is his last mountain chase. I don't think the bear need to fear him now, but he still owns his gun. He's sticking to mountain driving to see the wild animals. Swan??? Well. He was expecting a temporary leg yesterday, but no one come. It must not yet be ready. I am sure he will be on crutches and out walking. No, he won't go swim with me. We do our own thing, and swimming isn't it.
I am re-reading my book for errors. I need more books, so am cleaning up again.
In the meantime, I am enjoying my swan bowl. Thanks Linda!

Unexpected Growth

Who would think that growth would appear in the old stump in my yard, there when I came some twenty years ago? Twin uneatable mushrooms after a long, slow rain. My sisters Marge who died five months ago and my sister LaRae, who died of ovarian cancer, some twenty years back came for a short visit. They appeared suddenly in my room. I was impressed at LaRae's liveliness. She seemed like the Old LaRae when she came for a visit, breezing in and out. Marge was nervous, not quite herself. but
had a moment. She said, "I didn't appreciate my sisters." I have so enjoyed Marge
since I retired and we took up writing together. We gathered information and shared.
We had some good laughs. We took in a show or two in St. George and planned what to do next. She was working on her life story and I worked on mine as well as this Escalante Monument one which we discussed. We missed LaRae and her sense of humor.
Marge died suddenly and was gone overnight. I felt good having LaRae and Marge come visiting together. Two are together there leaving us three (Gerry, Linda, and I)...way apart physically,.but together here still living. We need to communicate ourselves and get the new growth growing. Both are writing their memoirs and the difficult time they spent in mental hospitals. Both have tales to tell. I am still on this Escalante Monument book..Let's Drive, working out the mistakes then I will get my memoirs out, dust them off, and see what I can do. I do hope someone will work on Marge's since she died before she was finished. Sister! Unexpected things will happen.
LaRae dashed off to the Boulder Heritage Festival this year and inspired her grandkids to jump on the Toadstool. Dangerous move that. Completely unexpected and scared their poor mother to death. Please note...another Toadstool. Please note...
two mushrooms. My two sisters visited me in what seemed a normal sister visit.
Completely unexpected. I enjoyed every minute!

Tickled

This picture in the Spectrum yesterday tickled me. It just looks like a typical Southern Utah Senior Citizen having an adventure in Africa. I could just see me sitting up there on that camel. Or any one of us adventure-some souls. So today I pay tribute to all those Sr. Citizens who are trying something new or different. Go on that adventure! Write that book! Act in that play! Take that longed-for trip!
Join Mrs. Jensen on a camel! We all have a bucket-list.

Blog Decision

After considering my options, and the fact that Kanyonland King 2 only has one post, and getting my computer streamlined and back to working without popups, I decided to try this blog for future work. KanyonlandKing already has many posts, so I will start anew. I've already done an entry on my book for each blog trying to link with FB, so if this one works, I will steam ahead. I decided to use my book for a final heading here. I am already working on the second publishing of the book.
If interested you can e-mail Boulder Heritage Festival ccox@boulderheritage.org, or Ann Reynolds, PO Box 523, Panguitch, Utah 84759 (kingreyn@gmail.com). Cost is $20.00for a book...mailed $25.00. The book contain roadtrips around and through the Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument, events that took place, history, stories and my own personal experiences. It is my travelogue.
My husband Tom, after losing his leg, is gradually learning how to get around and move as an amputee. It's a major change as anyone who has experienced it knows.
We are both learning...