Pioneer Day was Saturday, July 24th and I spent the day with my family at my wife’s family reunion held in Spanish Fork Utah. I was in charge of taking pictures and helping where I could with the on-site details. It was a long day.
The next day I decided I needed to spend some serious time in human non-interaction and emotional/physical/spiritual decompression. After cleansing my camera of all reunion based digits, I jumped in my Ford Explorer, cranked the stereo up loud and drove north. Several hours later, the twitch in my face had settled down so I turned down the stereo and began to enjoy my surrounding.
It was another beautiful Utah summer day with mostly blue sky and a few puffy clouds that sometimes gave pictures extra interest. I just drove through the northern part of Utah taking pictures of whatever caught my fancy.
I started taking pictures in Deweyville.
Then north to Riverside.
East to Beaver Dam.
And finally Wellsville, just as the sun was setting.
I then headed for home again.
Meanwhile, my wife called me on my cell phone to remind me that I was missing the reunion final dinner at her folks house. Dang it…