Us at the Mormon Miracle Pageant

It was a delightful special treat to be able to travel with Stacy and Taisley to the Mormon Miracle Pageant in Manti. It was a 4-hour trip on a warm summer day, with Stacy and Taisley stuffed into the teeny, tiny backseat of Dad's old pickup truck. There was a crowd of thousands, an inspirational show on Temple Hill and, of course, the usual protestors in the street. We met up with Danielle who was spending a long weekend with her mom.  It was nearly midnight when the show was over.  We walked back to the campground where all four of us managed to fit in our little old (“old” being the operative word) camper. Stacy says, “next time we’ll take our camper!” but we talked, laughed and snacked, snacked, talked and laughed all the way coming and going.

As we were coming over Red Hills Parkway on our way to Stacy's we saw a firetruck ahead of us in traffic.  Stacy and Taisley said, "Grandpa, catch up.  Hurry!"  The truck is old and doesn't "catch up" easily, but we realized the firetruck was slowing down (he told us later he saw us coming up behind him).  When we got right next to the big red firetruck, we saw Rick at the wheel ... on his first official day back on fulltime duty after a year recuperating from an on-the-job injury to his foot!  So sorry I didn't think fast enough to grab my camera because he looked really good back at his job until he blew the horn and just about deafened me.