After breakfast (which was really early… the 4-5 year old boys were up and demanding food at 6am) we had a hike. It was suppose to be “about a mile” up to the hot pots in Diamond Fork. I had hiked the trail before, but it was my senior year of High School when I was visiting BYU and it had been about midnight when we went so I didn’t remember much. I think, in general, people forget how long of a hike it is hence how an “about a mile” hike is actually 3. It ended up being too far for poor Samantha who would get distracted by random rocks and want to play in the dirt. We even made a rule that she could only have one rock at a time. If she found another she like better, she had to put the one she had down. She fell and scratched her knees once and so she began to whine. Then when we put her in the backpack that we had “just in case” she threw a fit and kept saying “I want to walk”. All in all it wasn’t a bad experience, we just know that we have to be more prepared and know exactly what we’re in for.
After lunch the kids began to have crafts and just general play outside. The trampoline was a favorite for the little kids, soccer and football were big for the older.That evening we had a bonfire and grandpa told a story about how he was in the “Glacier Bug Club” his senior year of High School in Alaska. Then grandma gave all the granddaughters aprons with their name and grand child number and the grandsons got brightly colored shirts with their name and number.
Grandpa Smith demonstrating what Glacier Bugs do *Chomp* *Chomp* and Clara with her apron (or chew toy)
After the fire we all went inside to watch a slide show of grandpa’s life. He told us all stories about growing up.
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