Wow....

If you have a hour or so to kill, and want a real treat. Do yourself a favor and take drive up Santaquin Canyon. I have lived in this valley for many years. I have heard people talk about all the beautiful canyons we have just a few minutes away, Provo, Hobble Creek, Diamond Fork, Rock, Goshen, etc., etc. This afternoon Sally and I took the Spitfire for an early drive, we made our way to the west fields of Payson and Spanish Fork, because there is a lot of scenery and not many stops. You get a lot of farms and animals, garden variety pleasant things to gaze upon stuff right? We were making our way to the "Red Barn" a short drive south of Santaquin on the old road to Mona to buy some apples. They have a great selection of fresh picked apples and other fruit and goodies that are irresistible to anyone with a sweet tooth. It sounded however more like recess at an elementary school because Daryl and his other brother were giving hay rides to little kids. Hay rides, more like hey! keep your hands inside the wagon, hey! stop jumping up and down on the sides of the trailer, hey! can you be a little quieter? That's the kind of hay ride it looked and sounded like.We browsed a short while so as to not waste to much daylight and came away with a bag of apples a small bag of chocolate covered cherries and a big bag of kettle corn, yum! On the way back to town I got an idea, (by the way my mother was fond of telling us the word "idea" was the very same word in Croatian") to take a look at Santaquin Canyon. One, because we have never been there, and it's always fun to see new places, and two, it was close by, so we headed in that direction. After getting lost a bit I did the unthinkable and asked for directions. We got on the right road. It didn't take long to realize this was a cool place, not because it was October 19th either. Wow! It was a treat! I think we now have a new favorite destination for a short fun drive. If anyone is wondering were to go for an afternoon picnic on a warm day look no more. Go to main street in Santaquin turn South on Center Street and follow your nose to the mouth of the canyon, you will be amazed! Your welcome, you can thank me later. I took a little video and a few pics with my phone camera, which doesn't do any justice to the awesome scenes that await you, but here they are anyway. Until next time. Thanks for coming along for the ride!

 Here is one of a little waterfall full of driftwood

This one reminds me of something but I can't put my finger on it, you know why? It's too high! Maybe Lionhead in Montana just outside West Yellowstone.

Somewhere under the rainbow

Sally and I were out in Mapleton and caught this great rainbow.

I've been gone for a while...



North of Salem along the foothills



       I know I have many devoted fans of my blog that have been wondering when I was going to post again. Well the wait is over! The truth is, I have been a little down in the dumps of late and really didn't have much I wanted to say. Sally and I have been going out almost every night we have together and visiting somewhere in the valley, or up the canyons. I found it was hard to write about the west fields of Spanish Fork and Payson for the tenth time and make them interesting to my readers. There isn't anything different when we go, we just like being out there. There is to me however something visceral about being in the country air, and the sights, and smells, and sounds, of country life. I guess the old expression is true, " you can take the boy out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the boy." I can't help thinking a lot of my growing up on the farm, and when I get out in the country air and I start waxing poetic and babbling on to Sally about the good ol' days of milking cows and putting up hay, and feeding horses in the chilly winds of Idaho.

I thought I hated every minute of growing up doing chores on the farm. I found later that the further I got away from that upbringing the more I felt privileged and felt a little sorry for anyone who didn't have the same experiences as myself. My father was not a mean man but he expected us to help and could be a little stern when we fell short of his expectations. I am so grateful for that now. I know now that he loved me and wanted me to amount to something. If I could not handle a few chores or some rough days hauling hay, then what was I to do when the real tests of life came knocking at my door? Even now in my older years I still get romantic sometimes about getting a little farm and having animals and raising crops.  Enough of the good ol' days.


Payson Canyon



         Sally and I have been to many cool places since July. We went over the Nebo Loop from Payson canyon, and then last week went over it again from the Nephi side and saw it backwards. It was beautiful both ways, especially now that the leaves a turning. Colors are changing so fast in the mountains, my car was actually green when we left on our drive! Ha, ha! There were a lot of cows to watch out for though. We went to Soldier Summit and over to Scowfield reservoir and down through Indianola. We went to Heber and up to Wanship and Kamas and came home by way of Kimball Junction. We went to Goshen north along the Redwood Road to Saratoga and Lehi and home. We have been around Utah Lake by way of West Mountain and Elberta and Santiquin. Up Spanish Fork Canyon to Diamond Fork as far as a Spitfire can go. This canyon by the way is "brilliant" (our new exclamation word, awesome is getting too worn out)!

Diamond Fork Canyon





This photo is from a  formation that appears to have skulls trapped in the stone trying to escape. It is one we will visit often I am sure. Needless to say we have put many miles on the Spitfire and she is still going strong. I'm saddened that soon we will have to put her away for the winter and look forward to next year. I still need to get a top so we can get through some of the rain storms, we got caught in a few this summer. At least we have had fun on every trip, I only wish it was a bit bigger so we could stay in longer. Thanks for coming along.