vacation

There’s a big chunk of my heart sitting over at Lake Powell. Dave’s too. We adore that gorgeous spot probably more than any other spot.   Cannot get enough of these vistas: …that transform as the sun shifts: …and these faces: I grew up going there every spring with my…

As our time started to run down we did a little exploring closer to our hotel. We found that we could cut through this little path at the end of our hotel beach… …and find plenty of little beaches to explore. On one we found a perfectly content seal basking…

Ok, sorry, had to take a little break. Better to split up all these massive amounts of pictures anyway 😉 Next up on the agenda (after swimming with sharks in the LAST POST), we decided after all the surf longings the day before we better take some surfing lessons. Yes…

Warning: there are a LOT of pictures in this post.  Read at your own risk:) We stayed on the Southwest side of the island but we drove up to the North Shore almost every day. Love that place and the small-town feel.   We spent some good time at Haliewa…

…as captured almost entirely by my two photography daughters, Elle and Grace. …Who have pretty much taken over my camera. …Which I’m glad about sometimes and mad about others 🙂 Since Thanksgiving in this week (how in Heaven’s name is that even possible it’s here so fast?!) I am going…

I already wrote about the 4th in California back here, but have to post a few more pictures for memory’s sake. Four years ago we started a tradition of going to Coronado with nine other families.  Our kids think it’s the greatest thing in the entire planet to get to…

Where was Max? In Reno at Jr. Nationals with his team:Yes, for the 4th of July!  He had a great time but boy, how we missed him!  So glad he is here with us now, even though he broke Claire’s toe when he came in for a hug when he…

We went from one amazing hostess (Dave’s sister…Julie, you’re the best!) to another (my Mother) so we could hang with my parents for a couple days. When you live in the desert, little things like their small hills become kind of glamorous-looking sledding hills because the novelty of snow is…

Growing up we had a tradition of going to Lake Powell. We didn’t go in the summer like most normal people do.  Because we weren’t really all that normal. We packed up and went for Easter. I don’t know how many years we did that, but man alive, it sure…