Last year we planned to go to Yellowstone at the end of the summer but decided to cancel because we were too tired. This year we were more tired, but we pressed forward with our plans. Richard’s parents came along with us and we made a small caravan with cars loaded with good things to eat and gear for any weather.We enjoyed the geyser basins with their pools, steam, and geyser eruptions.We stopped at Old Faithful and waited with the crowds in the rain. It was a good time. I thought all of the tourists would bother me, but I really enjoyed hearing all of the languages and watching people.We ate lunch on the tailgate on this day. The next day we grilled hot dogs in the woods. The last day we stopped for pizza in West Yellowstone. Each lunch was a nice break.The boys loved the lodge. I loved feeling the history of the place.This was Hayden Valley. There wasn’t much wildlife here because of the rain, but we did spot some birds and some bison in the distance.Bison.This was one of the pools by Yellowstone Lake. Richard loved the color.We stayed on this boardwalk for a while, enjoying the heat and steam from the geothermal activity below. Geothermal is my new word of the week.Toward evening, we discovered two elk. This guy just sat there and chewed for the 20 minutes we were there.These elk were CLOSE and rangers were there yelling at people to stay back.Whazzup, yo?I watched the crowds everywhere we went and enjoyed seeing their sense of wonder at water, animals, and rocks.Happy boys at the north rim of the Grand Canyon of YellowstoneIt must be nice to have a big brother to swing you around.
There was a German couple just a few feet away and I think they took a picture of our kids, too.These colors seem unreal.On the way out of the park on the first day, we had to stop for some bison to cross the road, making Richard’s dream complete.The next day was sunny for a few minutes. We stopped and looked at some falls on our way back to the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone.That’s me behind the shades and under that hat. Richard’s mom wasn’t sure I’d be recognized 😉We hiked down Uncle Tom’s Trail, which is hundreds of steps down a cliff to get closer to the base of these falls. I felt a little guilty as I passed people who live at lower elevations or with asthma. The altitude didn’t bother us and the climb looked more perilous than it turned out to be.I’m trying to record the adventurous things that I do so I can get rid of the reputation of being a scaredy-pants-wimp.Instagram at the the base of Uncle Tom’s Trail.We went to the overlook at Artist’s Point. This was one of the most beautiful places we saw.We have a theory that people don’t really want to see just scenery, so we decorate these pictures with ourselves. Are you tired of all of the group shots yet?This was on the road between Tower Falls and Mammoth. Richard and I sang songs from The Sound of Music all the way.Here are the Rosses at Mammoth Hot Springs. We made jokes about the signs in the area which all began with “Mammoth.” “Mammoth Parking” and “Mammoth Restrooms” were especially funny at the time, although neither lived up to its name. Parking and bathrooms were just the usual size.Our last hike was at the Artists Paint Pots near the Norris Geyser Basin. The kids liked this little walk a lot. We traveled the entire “figure 8” of roads in Yellowstone and visited 8 of the 9 places we hoped to see. The weather was a little chilly and we were disappointed we couldn’t stop for a swim, but cooler temperatures and overcast skies made it comfortable for hiking and nice for taking pictures.The Rosses stayed at this cabin by Hebgen Lake in Montana. We stayed behind them in a tent trailer that looks almost like the one in the background.The boys loved the lake. They collected dead fish and rocks. They found abandoned fishing equipment and a pocket knife.They brought a bag of rocks home. As they dried in the sun outside, Daniel grew more disappointed at their appearance. Now we have them on display in a jar of water on the mantel. Rocks always look better when they are wet.Richard took the kids for a ride on the lake during the last hour of our stay.
There are so many memories from these quick days. We loved eating outdoors, even though the mosquitoes came along. We enjoyed the crowds and the contrasting quiet of the woods and playing balance beam on the logs. We loved the wildlife and shopping for t-shirts in West Yellowstone. The Ross parents were great company and enriched the experience with their knowledge of the park, their humor, pancakes, cookies, and ice cream cones almost every time we stopped for gasoline.
On the trip home, I read aloud in the truck. We passed 6 temples, not counting the two we can see from our home hill. Daniel and Mark rode with Richard’s parents for most of the trip. It was good for our family to go to Yellowstone. I think it will be one of the trips the kids will remember vividly, not just because of the spectacular things we saw, but the small things we did, too.
Even though I have never been to Yellowstone before this trip, nostalgia is what I have felt here. A road trip with the family, camping by a lake, and seeing things that have attracted crowds for over a hundred years feels old fashioned and it’s a perfect ending to our summer.
Here are the dog tags I made for each member of the Sanchez family. It was a lot of work, but as I hammered out the names, I thought of their personalities, challenges, and accomplishments. My appreciation for them grew as the names gathered in front of me on the step.
We read in the Book of Mormon that “all things are written by the Father” (3 Nephi 27:26) referring to the records that are kept by which the world will be judged. Perhaps one “parenting tip” or “family relationship tip” we can gain from this is that keeping records of the people in our lives can help us be better judges of their motives and needs.
Sometimes I will write a paragraph about each child in my journal so I can remember their lives. When I do this, sometimes I feel inspiration about what they need. Patterns in their behavior become clear messages of what they are going through.
Angie’s advice for the day: write down the names of each family member. Pause and think of their strengths, challenges, and contribution to your life. Perhaps say a prayer of gratitude for each of them by name. Take action on the things you feel inspired to do for them.
I’m proud of how my kids handled themselves at the family cabin this week. They are among the oldest of the cousins, so a lot of responsibility fell on them to entertain the littles. And there were a lot of them.
Cousins are important. They are your built-in friends that you will see regularly nearly your whole time growing up. If you’re lucky, you’ll stay in touch after you’re all grown. Some cousins share similar genes; many of our kids’ cousins are adopted, step, or foster children, but the concept of family is still just as strong, maybe stronger because of them. This year I loved watching our kids interact with their cousins.
Daniel stood in the cold river for a long time helping to take the kids to shore after their tube runs.What a crew of kids!Paige is loved by all her cousins, from the rambunctious ones to the the more quiet and introverted. She makes them all happy. She was also our photographer of the week.Mark was a joy to watch. He loved the water, playing Legos with his cousin Michael, and all of the white bread.Timothy enjoyed tubing, but he smiled during every activity. Richard and I love to watch Timothy because he is without guile and ready to be happy.There were lots of games to supervise. Paige, Daniel, and Timothy played a lot of UNO and other games with younger cousins.One day a little cousin was upset and said, “I need Timmy!” to make him feel better.This little cousin liked Daniel a lot. They wrestled, walked, and scooted together all of the time.Mark is a true friend to his cousins, regardless if they are boys or girls. Here he is dancing the Virginia Reel with Kaitlyn. We had to do it inside because of the rainstorm!
Just like everyone, our extended family deals with some difficult issues. One day when I was really worried about a situation and praying to know how to act, I was reminded by the Spirit to focus on my children, not the problem which was out of my control. Our kids are independent so I don’t always take time to watch what they’re up to. Because of this answer to prayer, I perched at different vantage points and focused on them during the last half of the week. This exercise changed the way I felt about everything. Just as our children need our guidance, sometimes we need to look to our children to remember joy.
I put together a Boot Camp activity for the kids at the family reunion. I was the drill sergeant and did a good amount of yelling. I also made them do push ups for talking out of order. I wore my cowboy hat. I actually wear it every chance I get.These were the stations they rotated through. I made dog tags for each person and they earned beads for each station and for good sportsmanship.Timothy was in the group with the older cousins.Marksmanship was really a beanbag toss.Daniel and Michael were in charge of the station about following orders. They played “Soldier Says” and “Red Light Green Light” with the kids.This was a minefield activity where the ground was littered with water balloons and a buddy had to guide the person who was blindfolded through the field with verbal cues.One station was a memory game where the kids had to remember objects on a tray. Some kids were really good at this and some kids could hardly do it at all. Interesting.At the end, each warrior was given a headband.Paige led one of the younger groups. All of the cousins love Paige.Ready for Red Light Green LightI like these pictures that Richard took of the beanbag toss.Mark was especially excited to earn beads during the activity.Daniel spends his time at the Weber playing with the younger cousins. He catches them in the river when they are tubing. He lets them bury him in pillows and jump on him. Love it.
We went to Fish Creek with Richard’s family. We didn’t get photos of everything, but if you make it through this post, you may think we got enough.I love to see Sparky enjoy the ride. The drive to Fish Creek is accessible only with all wheel drive and some spunk.Oh, yes. Before we left, Rob and Melinda and their kids spent the night at our house. Here we are deep in conversation in the backyard. Rob and Richard worked on doors and handles in our basement. Hallelujah.At the top of the road, Paige, Mark, and I stopped to take pictures.Mark went higher than any of us.We were surrounded by insects and interesting things to collect. Then suddenly, the insects were silent and not to be found…We watched the storm move in as Richard brought up another truckload of people to join us at the top of the mountain.The storm arrived just as everyone got there. Some people were caught in the storm, which lasted quite a while and included hail, wind, and great amounts of rain.We huddled together under the trees. The kids, one by one, escaped to the warm cab of the truck. We had around 20 people and only one truck for shelter.Grandpa, Daniel, and a few others made an expedition to the other truck which was lower on the mountain. The rest of us piled inside and outside our truck and began the drive down the mountain. There are ten people in the cab and five people on the running boards and in the bed.Paige and I are on the left. Rob and Melinda are on the right. Liz is in the truck bed. We were cold, but we were having fun. We figure that this fiasco will become a family legend.Once everyone dried off and had some food, many people took another evening hike. Paige and I stayed behind in the campground. Four or five carloads of Boy Scouts descended on our camp area and set up their tents just feet from us. I think the Scouts were thrilled that Paige was there. We were not so thrilled that they were there.The next day we hiked to the falls.Two of our model childrenThere were so many wildflowers along the trails. I wish that I had brought our flower pressing kit or a big book. I didn’t want to use my Bible.Many people hiked up into a cave area to enjoy the falls close up.Mark was there, of course!I like to see my kids being helpful to each other. This little scene melted my heart.Daniel was in the water for a long time. I wonder if he can feel his frozen feet yet?Timothy hung out with cousins. He has been to the falls before and remembered how cold he was, so he opted to stay dry. The hike to the falls was downhill, but for the uphill climb out, Richard ferried people on the motorcycle. Sparky ran up and down the hill to keep up with him. When we got home, Sparky couldn’t get out of the van without assistance. Loyal pup!Here are the Ross men: Dale, Russ, Rob, and Richard.Dale at his birthplace.There was a lot of motorcycling during the trip. On the first day, Richard, Daniel, and Timothy went for a 3-hour ride to the campground. This is Mark in Pine Valley.Mark loves this motorcycle and keeps the helmet close by in the tent trailer when he goes to sleep.Here is Shari and her husband Dave.Here are Russ and Nancy, whose jobs at Dixie State University made it possible for the family to gather at the school cabin in Pine Valley for a few days after we camped.A Sego Lily. The End.
Photos by Paige, Mark, Angela, Russ, Melinda, Shari, and Richard.
Happy summer memories hover around me. Views of mountain peaks and rivers are the backgrounds; the kids and their cousins are the focus. Sleep, mealtimes, and ordinary caution are abandoned to build memories.
I’m drawing some strength and perspective from the hills and from time spent with family.
And yes, I sing songs from The Sound of Music in my head and sometimes out loud as I look out over this beautiful world.
Worst date ever: Richard in the E.R. after lunch with a severe allergic reaction to nuts. He got a shot of epinephrine and all kinds of medicine…quickly! (This is when he was feeling much better.)Timothy shows Dad his new Lego set he bought with his lawn mowing money.Grandma and Tyler are matchy-matchy.
Everyone helps out with the construction when you go to Spring Lake. Richard had to work on the 4th, so I took the kids to Provo to see the parade and the fair and to visit Spring Lake. Daniel skipped the parade and worked with my dad all day at Spring Lake. In the evening a few cousins joined us for Tank Wars. It was a fun day.
A few weeks ago we visited my sister and her kids, one a newborn little sweetie. I just thought I’d share the happy faces today. That is all. Hopefully these faces bring a smile to your face.
The kids and I are working hard to limit our screen time each day. This is why I haven’t been blogging much. We have been cleaning out flower beds and planting flowers. The big boys mow lawns for our house and a neighbor. We painted the basement. Wow, that was a big job. And then there is summer reading. We love to read!
The little boys spend the day reading old National Geographic Kids magazines. We have probably 12 years worth of those dog-eared fact menageries. Mark is loving The Series of Unfortunate Events books and Calvin and Hobbes. We purchased our first water damaged library book this week: a Calvin and Hobbes book that was left in the hammock and doused by the neighbors’ sprinklers. The librarian said that the positive part about having to buy a library book is that you get to keep it. That’s true, and Mark is happy to have it.
Timothy is reading The Edge Chronicles. Daniel is reading Ranger’s Apprentice books again. And Shakespeare. And anything he can get his hands on. Paige loved The Book Thief and has a tall stack of library books in her room.
Summer reading is one of my best childhood memories. I hope it will be the same for our kids.
