Bounty

I got back from our week long river trip on the Salmon River and this was waiting for me in the garden. 

Now what to do with all this bounty. Peach Salsa anyone?

Pioneer Weekend: Rafting, Fire and More Rafting

Megan, Ezra, Travis and Maggie are in town for a couple of weeks wihile Chris is starting the 2nd year of his endodonic residency. Meg graciously offered to spend the 24th of July weekend with us. Hooray!

We have wanted to do some rafting with the grandkids now that they are a little bit older and their moms don't think they will fall off the raft or drown or anything. 

Due to the Tunnel Hollow fire we couldn't do the stretch that Thomas, Kili, Annie, John and I previewed on the Weber River between Heneffer and Taggart the Saturday before, but we were able to do the lower section between Taggart and Morgan. The only thing that was different from what we anticipated was a 3-4 foot drop diversion dam pour over. It was a little gnarly for a minute as we approached it but John and ran it perfectly. Ezra though it was awesome. (Tubers, not spuds, but people floating on inner tubes, go over it all the time, we just weren't expecting it.)

John gave the boys a lesson in guiding. 

Maggie was our rafting princess.

Because of the fire we saw dozens of firefighters taking a break along the river. They looked hot and sweaty in their yellow suits and I wished they could cool off in the river with us. We saw a fire fighting helicopter going up and down the river filling and refilling its bucket, not directly from the river, but from a pool or something we couldn't see that they pumped from the river. The helicopter got close enough that we could see the both rotors and orange flames painted on side of the helicopter. It was pretty cool.

While we were running the shuttle, the kids got to use the rope swim over the river. 

Ezra couldn't  wait to jump in. 

Travis was a little more hesitant. . .

And Maggie always has to do what her brothers do. 

On Friday we went to visit my mother. The kids were so cute and gentle with her after Meg explained to them that Grandma Great needed soft hugs and kisses.  

John asked Ezra what he wanted to do on Saturday and Ezra said rafting. It didn't take much more than that convince John to try the Provo River after the Lingard family summer party in Mona. 

I haven't been up Provo Canyon in years.  It is beautiful!  But very, very crowded. There were hundreds of tubers on the river.  And not all of them quite sober. Thomas guided with Ezra and Travis helping. There was a bridge on a bend of the river with pylons quite close together that we had to go through. The tubers portaged around the bridge, but Thomas guided us through with inches to spare on each side.  It was kind of exciting. 

Kili did great on the raft. Even with the kids loving her to pieces. 

I love his picture, every looks so happy. But we wore Maggie out.

Vintage Blocks, Vintage Fabric

For those who are reading this who don't want to know the entire design and quilt making process just look at the pretty pictures and move on. 

A couple of years ago mom and I were at an antique show and found 25 or so vintage quilt blocks, probably from the 30s that she bought for my birthday. I love 30s fabric, it is so bright and cheery and innocent. 

I promptly placed the blocks on a shelf in my sewing room and didn't exactly forget about them, but didn't do anything with them either. When I pulled them out last fall I realized that there were 16 blocks in one pattern, Flying Dutchman, a flying geese pattern, and 8 star pattern blocks.  The star blocks were 1/2 inch smaller than the flying geese blocks and though hand pieced, they were quite poorly made with mismatched seams and points and large stitches that were starting to come undone. I did some repair work as I put the blocks together, but only enough to keep them from falling apart. 

I wanted to use all vintage fabrics to finish the quilt. Mom had been given a box of vintage fabric years ago when she was teaching at Mormom Handicraft. There were print scraps and some yardage and yards and yards of solid pastel fabrics. I wanted to used the solids for the sashings but wasn't too sure of the layout. As I was laying the blocks over the different colored solids I like the way they looked with different colored sashings. After deciding to place the blocks on point I was ready to sew. Until I decided I couldn't  live with the star blocks in the quilt. They were too small to fudge, so I made 9 flying geese blocks from Mom's vintage prints to replace them. The background fabric for the flying geese I made was a very light creammy yellow that perfectly matched the muslin the original quilter had  used that had yellowed with age. If you didn't know I made new blocks it is hard to tell which ones are the original, except mine are made a little better. 

A design wall is a wonderful thing. 

Figuring out how to do the angles in the sashing took a little thought, but well worth it I think. I had it machine quilted and am quite happy with the results. 

I decided to piece the back with the stars that I didn't use on the front. I found some orphan grandmother flower garden blocks in mom's block of vintage fabrics that I appliquéd onto the back as well.  In a way the back turned into a it's own separate modern quilt

Happily, I am even keeping this quilt for my self and not giving it away. 

Labyrinth Canyon

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John has wanted to do a float trip down Labrynith Canyon, a 48 mile stretch of towering canyons and flat water on the Green River.  We wanted to paddle our kayak and use the rafts as support for our gear and anyone else who wanted to come. He started planning it with Clay and Leslie back in February thinking it would be a fun trip to take toddlers on.  She invited Alison and John invited his brother Craig with his kayak and he invited his son in law John and his two oldest kids and pretty soon we had full trip. Sadly, Clay's back was so bad that he couldn't come, but Leslie and Owen came anyway. 

Somehow all this gear fits onto four rafts. 

We got on the river about 1:30 pm Thursday afternoon, Craig, John and I in our kayaks and everyone else loaded onto rafts. Because we had children with us we stopped often to play in the currents and mud. It was a nice reminder to enjoy the river and not focus on the miles ahead of us. The kayak was so much fun. I felt like a shepherd on the river. We paddled around checking on everyone, relayed messages between boats, even paddled up river to see if things were ok. 

Each day after we floated and played in the morning we tied up the rafts, two by two with the kayaks on each side and motored down stream to get the miles in we needed to that day. And wonder of wonders the motor worked!!! The only mishaps were a lost, then found, then broken toy boat and Craig flipping over in his kayak when he got perpindicular to the rafts. John and I were able to paddle out to him, used our emergency bilge pump to get the water out of the kayak (thanks Chris) and stable it so he could back get in. Easy peasy. 

We were warned that there might be swarms of mosquitos on this trip, but we lucked out. We tried to stay away from standing water and riparian areas.  Annie and Owen were the only ones really chewed on with their extra sweet blood, the rest of us just sprayed ourselves liberally with repellant and were left somewhat alone.  

The campsites were great, the first night we were in some cottonwood trees above the water line, it was a little warm and sticky but bearable. The sheer canyon wall soaring above us was incredible. 

  

The second night we camped on a sandbar in the middle of the river. How cool is that?  

Alison and Brandon and  Leslie pitched their tents on top of the sand bar, but after a micro burst blew in Leslie moved her tent down to the beach. Alison and Brandon stayed and were sandblasted all night. 

It was Alison's birthday weekend and we had Dutch oven lasagna and an eclair cake that Annie made for her birthday dinner.  We even had candles, but it was too windy to light them. 

Craig, John, Kashia and Ethan had never been on an over night river trip before, but took to it like champs. Poor Ethan had 3 grand aunts he didn't even know telling him telling him what to do. 

John worried about the little kids and getting too hot on the rafts so he rigged up umbrella stands for each boat. He is a brilliant and kind man.  They totally made the trip enjoyable every one, not just the kids. 

It was nice to go on a river trip that was warm and relaxing. No rapids to fear, no weather to worry about, no cold feet to endure. Just family, good food, the river and sand. 

I love this picture of Owen and Russell trustingly following John and Brett to see what fun they had in store for them. How lucky we are to are to have nieces and nephews who will share their little families with us for a time.

Dad's 84th Birthday

  We celebrated  dad's birthday Sunday at the care center. I'm not sure it meant anything to him but it made us feel better. We were a little worried that the confusion of everyone there would make him anxious or upset, but he seemed very calm and content as 2 dogs, 4 great grandkids, a new great grand baby and his children and grandchildren surrounded him. 

The only things that dad responds to besides sweets are babies. I think Anikka's baby Charlie was a hit. I love this four generation photo. 

Because dad still loves sweets and we cannot have a birthday party without cake, I made Applesauce Cake with raisins, toasted pecans and cream cheese lemon frosting. I normally don't get to make it with raisins and nuts because too many people don't like lots of noogies in their cake but dad has alway loved it that way. Shelley made a layered chocolate cake with milk chocolate butter cream frosting. 

Dad's adventurous spirit, his non judgemental manner, the way he taught us to fish, ski and be better human beings, his wanting to spend his free time with mom and his children and his love of the gospel are the things that make him a wonderful dad.  How lucky were are. 

Mom and I were both dressed in black and white. Can you tell we are mother and daughter? We even have the same hair color. 

Ball, Anyone?

I took mom to see dad today. When we got there he was sound asleep in his favorite chair.  We couldn't wake him up. Debbie, the activities director, came in and got all the residents who were able as well as visitors in a circle and pulled out a small beach ball. She then started bouncing the ball to the  people in the circle. 

It was a very bittersweet activity. As soon as dad saw the ball he woke up and started to play. He would catch the ball and throw it back with a spin. It was a very conscious throw, like he knew exactly what he was doing. I saw a hint of the father I know and love in that throw. 

I saw more animation and life in the residents playing this simple game that I had ever seen before. 90 year old Colleen, who is almost always grumpy came out of her room to play and smiled and tossed the ball to mom who is so nice to her.  Norma, who thinks she personally knows the queen and prince jumped up to chase the ball whenever it got away. Elva, a small redhead with long lacquered nails and vacant eyes had a gentle smile on her face the whole time. Karen, who see things and talks to people only she can see threw the ball with gusto. And Renee, the newest resident played with her faithful husband Pete. Her dementia is not as bad as others in the memory unit, but the signs are there. 

I caught a glimpse of what these lost souls must have been like before their minds betrayed them. I think I would have enjoyed knowing them. 

Dirty feet

Weeded for a hour and a half in the yard this morning.  I really should wear shoes and socks, but I like the feel of the cool wet grass, warm earth and air on my toes.  It is hard on the pedicure, though. People ask if my yard is a lot of work. I guess it is, but I enjoy it, so it doesn't seem like work. Doing the dishes does.