"Canyon Prusso and his Group" at BYU

Canyon, Jeremy, and Derek doing their thing at BYU's acoustic explosion.

Here they are in pre-concert rituals

Here's the lead singer with one of his favorite nephews.

Other favorite nephew found some kids to play with

Groupies

A Dalton Party

Yes, there were girls at the party! (Including Aven)

WOW!
STELLA!

Drake draining his water proof cast after a long swimming session

Atkin 4th Images

Getting out of the St. George heat to nearby Pine Valley for the 4th of July was the right thing to do for the Sid and Mary Ann Atkin get together. The Atkin yard offers a great local for cool relaxing, eating, playing cards, playing volleyball, and chatting.

In Enterprise Cole participated in the competition for candy race.

At Beryl, we toured Mary Ann's burned childhood home. Inside resided some 20 70's and 80's vintage motorcycles. The antithesis of "Zen and art of motorcycle Maintenance" is stated on this sticker mounted on the number plate of this 80 something YZ Yamaha -- "The only mark you'll ever make in life is the skid marks you'll make in your shorts." Inspiring.

A couple of my favorite 24 year-olds.

We just about lost Canyon!

Mary Ann's very attentive disciples.

My spouse and her sibling philosopher/computer guy/churchman

Hello Clint and Cass!

My spouse's brother-in-law/runner/dentist guy.

My favorite red-heads.

Car or dogs? Car

Twin sons and daugters of different mothers?

Grandpa, Grandma, hey.

Cute people in the backyard of Atkin's Trails End.

Melon tours Connecticut?

Is it really a tour? Or, is it just a boy and his car? I've been to CT more than a dozen times -- Hartford, New Haven, Litchfield, Bridgeport, Bristol, etc. And, I have seen some of the sights, but tour? I don't want to use that term lightly. Wait! haven't I seen that shirt before? Oh yes, in every summer picture since 200?

A tour certainly does not refer to trips when you spend evenings hanging out by yourself in a motel room working or watching the History channel? Look! I have hair from the back!

OK, I did some homework and found that in Farmington (where my business meeting was) Wilford Woodruff was born and raised. His parent's place is now located in Avon (was Farmington). So I found the Avon Parks and Recreation building (it was housed with all the city offices in old rennovated munitions buildings) -- very nice as you can see. I sat down and had a chat with Alan Marsten, the Parks manager. He gave me a little more history than I was actually looking for, but, in the end, I got the address to plug into the GPS.

Trips are made to share. I've travelled alone plenty and find that, when alone, I detect a smidgen of foreboding in my tummy. It seems to be asking the question, what's going on here? Or, what's going to go on here? I have no answer. The pre-monition, or portent usually disappears rapidly when distracted -- business meeting, conversation, human interaction, or familiar surroundings.

Case in point. I went for a run around the neighborhoods in Farmington and happened on to the local airport. I ran down one of the taxi ways and observed the many Cessnas, Beeches, Mooney's, and Cubs. I looked into a couple of hangers and saw the familiar puttering of airplane mechanics with airplane parts and clutter all around them. While there, I felt right at home.

By the way, it seems that airplane people will find any reason to create a hero out of someone who flew an airplane.

A date with Cole

After a concentrated and busy work week in Springville -- where I sublet a room from Hannah and Canyon (my old condo) -- I was yearning for something fun to do. I had considered a road trip to Lakeland Colorado to see an AMA Motocross. I had purchased maps of the Paiute Trail, thinking motorcycle ride. Nothing was coming together, but then I heard that Cole was going to be in Southern Utah on Thursday!

I sneaked out of a meeting with the FAA on Thursday at noon, then headed South to see if, by chance, Cole could play. When I arrived in Santa Clara there he was! So, while Cole's Grandma went to book club and his parents did big people things, Cole and I went to work playing.

He first discovered the new/old cars and "people" I had pulled out of the storage room that Luke used to play with.

Then we put up the tent to see if it still worked.

Then he wondered if he could drive the go-kart. We spent the next hour cruising the neighborhood.

Once the sun went down we settled into "The Rescuers." It wasn't a long date, but it was "fun to do." Now I can stop yearning and move on to next week.

Happy Father's Dad, dad

Around this time (September 30, 1964) while dad was at Denver University working on another degree he took the time to pen a poem for me:

My Boy

My boy you are not old enough for a white shirt,
Long sleeves and a button down collar.
You are but six (for ever and ever!)
And keep always that smile – it is too alert and mischievous to be lost,
Like the wag of Abby’s Tail.

O shout now down the hall, from the nest of your covers, “Lay by me!”
I’ll hear it, Don’t Worry, Over Here. (I imagine it each night.)
And the mystery for we shall start as I lie by you in thoughts –
Wondering at the sweet intensity.

Now Hug Me! I command it!
Press to me your smallness, with blue sky, red bicycle, and me trotting along side.
And into the dark we shall tell stories and play games until you drift comfortably away.
Nate, our distance tells me what love is. DAD

Proposal

After much contemplation, Clint decides to...

...climb a high mount in the North...

...then ask Cassie to marry him (pictures to come).