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 Tremonton.
Then Garland.
Then north to Riverside.
East to Beaver Dam.
Then Petersboro.
Then Newton.
Then Trenton.
Then Richmond.
Then Smithfield.
Then Logan.
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…