Happy 100th National Parks!


Zion is my undisputed favorite!

Growing up near the highest concentration of national parks in the United States and near some of the most iconic world images was awesome. Frankly, people didn’t travel a ton then and there was NO internet so we didn’t know much else. It was a rural area. It still is, but there are many more services and conveniences now. 🙏 We were mostly all white people and Native Americans. I used to literally go to sleep to the beat of the pow wow drum.  We knew we had hot summers, cold winters, and the wind blew you over sometimes. We also knew we had cool red rocks, but we longed for the green landscapes we saw on tv. When I was 15, I came to Zion with Rotary exchange students who had come to Utah from all over the world. I had a really fun weekend and it was the first time seeing my home with new eyes. I was leaving for my own exchange to France and they were finishing up their time so we had a weekend party/convention. Later, when I was 18, I lived and worked in the park. It was an awesome summer of working and hiking. Let me tell you, there is nothing like waking up there. It is so awesome. If you get the chance to visit, stay in close proximity or inside the park. If you haven’t ever visited, there is plenty of time. These landscapes were millions of years in the making, but don’t wait that long. Make the effort!!! People of all ages will enjoy it. This summer, I enjoyed watching pictures be taken of a very flexible yoga poser and selfie takers near ledges with thousand foot drops. I was ready to leave before witnessing the aftermath of that, but yep you’ll get a great selfie there. 🤓

Hiking to the ice cream shop…🍦

This weekend, we went on a last minute, before back to school jaunt to Northern Utah. We didn’t want to travel too far so we decided to go to Logan, Utah. This is an off the beaten path small city. I knew my parents would be up for a little getaway from the other end of the state so I invited them and they met us there. All I wanted to accomplish was hiking ⛰ and getting ice cream🍦. Since we had a birthday that week, we had to help grandma choose a present so that took up a lot of time.  We got headed up Logan canyon a bit late, but it was cooling off from a hot day so it was fine. Having never hiked this destination before, our intended trail didn’t work out since we didn’t give ourselves enough time. 3 miles up a cliff face we weren’t familiar with and an appointment for ice cream didn’t leave us enough time. Not getting ice cream in Logan is not an option. They have a great creamery on the campus of Utah State University. It’s a must do in the area. We still managed to go for a nice stroll up the canyon and make it for Aggie ice cream as night fell. 🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦 Figuring out how to deal with a multiple scoop order was not fun though.


In modern times, members of the LDS (Mormon) church like to reenact our historical settlement of the Western United States. My own ancestry arrived in Utah in 1847 so it is both a personal history and a history of a religion. Anyway, 2 of my daughters participated in this event this summer. I was nervous and excited to send them on a 3 day mountain/desert walk with a few hundred other trekkers and friends in the faith.  They would all be wearing period attire or our best 2nd hand store attempt at it and camping in tents. We prepared their personal effects over a long time and then I dropped them off to go on trek. 3 days of walking can cause some hardship and wounds so it was not an easy task to prepare for. One of my children was resigned to the fact that it was happening, but lacked enthusiasm. The other one was probably excited to escape me for 3 days so she was down with it. Anyway, they came back safe and sound. Unlike my walking all over Sydney and ending up with sores on my ankle, they came home unscathed. As this wasn’t a thing Mormons really did in my youth, I never did trek. I’m sure they will never forget their experience.

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Utah has some really weird names of towns. I could list off some of the more unique ones which relate to the local culture, but I won’t. Other unique ones are Native American words. The top word referring to a meteorological event is actually the name of a town near Zion National Park. It is pronounced HUR-i-KUN. Depending on who you encounter, it could also be pronounced: HAIR-i-KUN. Don’t worry, you are very unlikely to encounter a “hurricane” if you are visiting the area. I do not know why it is named that! When I was living in Salt Lake City many years ago, we had a tornado. It was a rare event. I remember being in my front room watching the trees on their sides and thinking that was quite odd. Later that day on the news, the explanation was that we had had a tornado. Tornados are not normal in Utah either, but I have never known of an actual hurricane.