One starts a blog because one, in theory, has something to say. Apparently, I don't. I've been at the computer every day for the past 10, but not one thing has come to mind that really warrants a post. So, here I am, still twiddling my thumbs. I haven't even really learned anything hugely valuable, unless you're playing Trivial Pursuit. So, on the off chance that you are and you need some answers, here you go. (As this was pretty much all new to me, you can check my info at www.bonnevilleshorelinetrail.org. The "geology" tab at the top was particularly interesting.)
1) Our house is built at the edge of what was once Lake Bonneville. It covered most of what is now the Great Basin (hence the reason it was a lake- basins tend to hold water!) The only down side is that our property would be looking at the beach from the water side of the sand, not the land side of the sand. Details.
2) Lake Bonneville dropped 350 feet when it overflowed near Red Rock Pass, ID. Apparently it flooded for a year.
3) After all that water rushed out of the lake, the land eventually rose 200 feet because of "isostatic crustal rebound". (i.e.- all the retained water weight was gone and the earth breathed a sigh of relief!)
4) If the people who are part of the Bonneville Shoreline Trail get their wish, you will one day be able to walk along what once was the eastern shoreline of Lake Bonneville all the way from the Idaho border to Nephi, UT- 150 miles by plane, 280 miles on your own 2 feet. Don't expect waves and sand, though. They are long gone. Most of your walk will now be up on the side of a mountain, but the views are and will be spectacular.
5) Part of that trail exists right outside my front door. So, come visit and we'll go for a walk!
I am so not a farmer. I can't stand the thought of thinning out and throwing away the plants I worked and prayed and sweat over. So, I just spent my afternoon transplanting as many corn plants as I possibly could. Tomorrow it's tomatoes. I did the zucchini before camp. Who does that?!
I've been home from Girl's Camp for two days now. I think I will be exhausted forever. We had rain, snow, frost, freezing cold temperatures, very little sleep at night, and seemed to be late for everything. We also had fabulous food, and a million laughs, worked together, shared our testimonies, made some great memories, and fostered friendships.
I got to spend 5 days with these girls:
and these girls:
and these ladies:
Thinking a lot about this and the blessings that it offers:
Know what? I'd do it again tomorrow and love every minute.
That means that today, being Stake Baptism Day, he got to be baptized.
It was great to have Greg's dad here to participate. 7-1/2 years ago, Erica was our first to reach the baptism milestone. The possibility of the then 6-month-old Ryan ever being old enough to be baptized was a blurry dot somewhere in the far distant future. Well, 7-1/2 years, 3 other child baptisms, 2 states, and 5 moves later, the day has finally come. And, as a little tender mercy, it happened to fall on the birthday of my grandpa, Charles Maurice Woffinden. He would have been 98 today. Someday I will scan in the pictures I have and post one of him. He was a great person who gave me my love of meteorology and family history. Ryan's middle name is Charles, after him. Grandpa died the month before I found out I was pregnant with Ryan. His original due date was June 2, just 4 days before Grandpa's birthday. I had at one time thought it would be neat to have him born on June 6, but things didn't work out that way. Close, but not quite. We'll take this, instead. How grateful I am for Ryan, the choice he made, and the fact that we will be a family forever. I am also so grateful for my parents, grandparents, and those who came before. As another part of my family, their choices and lives played a big part in who and where Ryan is today. And, while Ryan never met Grandpa here on earth, chances are they met before and will do so again after. Thank Heaven for The Plan and that one end is really just another beginning in the great continuum called eternity. Small steps here add up to endless possibilities in the hereafter. Heaven, with my family, will be a great place to be.
Today I tried on a pair of jeans that was too long.
Let me take a moment and roll that particular arrangement of words around in my mouth again. That statement may not seem important to most people. I, however, have NEVER, in all my post-5th grade life, found a pair of finished pants that were too long and have thus never said that sentence. I didn't even know some people had to go home and hem pants from the store until my freshman year of college. I thought hemming pants went out with sewing machines. Even my Senior year when my mom made my choir dress, she didn't have to hem it because the skirt length was a touch on the short side just leaving the finished edge of material as the finished edge of the dress. I have always been amazed at people who could just walk into a store and buy a size 8 (or whatever, I'm a "whatever") off the rack and know it would fit. It was a very happy day when I discovered a fairly consistent supply of "long" jeans at Penney's. It's the closest I've ever been to having a regular place to shop. I can almost, though not always, guarantee that I'll find something that fits whenever I go in the store. Well, today I found a pair of jeans that wasn't one of the petite, average, or long variety. Apparently you can get "Ultra Long" from the St. John's Bay brand, too. I don't know how common it is because I only saw the one pair and I've never seen one before today. It was slightly unnerving. For just the tiniest of moments I felt short. It was strange. Too bad they weren't too wide, or I'd have felt skinny. That would have been very pleasant. It was fun to imagine being in a crowd of people all wearing ultra long jeans that fit them. There's a chance I might be one of the short ones. Talk about unnerving! Who'd have ever though THAT could happen?!
Oh, and to go along with the astonishment theme,
At noon today, a gigantic black moose walked down my street.
I'm pretty certain I've never said that arrangement of words, either. I tried really hard to get a picture, but he (or maybe she, I didn't check) walked between some houses and we lost him. The kids saw him later head up into the condo development south of here and one of my YW saw him walking back up into the canyon a little while after that.
So, between all the excitement of the day and the ice skating for YW tonight, I'm pretty much ready for bed. Did you know I have lots of little muscles in my legs that I don't normally use? I found them again tonight. Oh, what a day.