Utah Arts Festival

Face Painting!!! Zac has never forgotten when he saw a girl in the airport wearing face paint. A couple of times I had to get out my black eye shadow and put it on his eyes to appease him. So when we went down to the arts fest, and he knew they had face painting.......he screamed in delight. He sat nice and still for the lady who was going to paint his entire face, not just give him a smiley face on the cheek. He choose an all-over mask.So what the heck is that face, you ask? Well, I think we decided it was supposed to be a Power Ranger. As Zac would call it, "Power Stranger."
Brynlee is a Beautiful Butterfly, Zac the Power Stranger, and Colten is an Orange Tiger! Mawmaw almost bought him a bow and sponge arrows.....but he wouldn't be able to do it by himself.....so I am glad we didn't get it. I don't like toys that need the parents to do it for them. ;)

Talk about some crazy art work. I loved this booth, all metal. They had the cutest and weirdest things built out of bolts and all sorts of things.....this one was a heavy metal guitarist, who was also a skeleton.

Miller Motorsports Park

SO.....Isaac and his Dad came up with a great idea to bike ourselves over to the Motorsports Park and check things out. I thought to myself, what great excersize, and according to Isaac, it was only 5 miles!

I am glad we went, but according to calculations yesterday, it was really a 21-mile bike ride. It was a 9 mile trip in and back was the same, so that makes 18 miles. While we were there, we figure we road around for another 3 miles. We biked all the way around the track, which according to Gary was over 3 miles long.

The wonderful thing about the ride, was that our muscles weren't sore from the ride, so we pat ourselves on the back and say what great shape we are in, right? Well, we were very fatigued. Part of the reason: It stormed on us.

On the way back from the Motorsports Park, it started to rain. It started to get cold. It started to be very windy. The wind pushed against us. The rain hit my arms like little pellets. I couldn't see due to the constant stream of cars going by and splashing us or spraying us. My arms were so cold, I couldn't move them, they were stuck in position. Poor Isaac was having trouble trailing Zac around behind him. Come to find out days later, his gears were messed up and the more he peddled, the less it seemed to get him anywhere.....no wonder he had troubles!? Poor guy. So we will give him the award for having the roughest ride.

We stopped at Virg's....we had to. We walked in and I said to the gal, "I know we look rough. You can sit us in the back if you want to. All we need is some hot chocolate. Got any?" She laughed and said we could sit where ever we wanted to. Then she asked me what my favorite love song was? I was very confused. So I told her and started to sing it. I then asked if I won a competition....Nope....just looked even more stupid then when I walked in. ;)

I go to the bathroom, see myself in the mirror, the mud, the rain, the speckled face. I wanted to go home.......but we were very hopeful. We only had to go a little more before we could shower and be on the sofa for the rest of the day.

We left for our ride just after noon and got home at 6pm. What an adventure. I told Isaac that this was the CRAZIEST thing we have ever done since we were married. He thought that was a blow, but I didn't. Who wakes up one morning and decides to do what we did? AND with a kid??? It really wouldn't have been so exhausting if we didn't get caught up in all the elements of the earth that day. A 21-mile bike ride is great, anyone can do it, the part that you can't understand is the part when the weather turned on us. But hey!, I didn't complain at all! Isaac was so proud of me!

ALL IN ALL........it was a blast and a great memory. I am glad we were able to experience the "wildness" that day had to offer us.

Davenport Canyon Dutch Cookout

We thought we'd head up to White Rock, make some good ole Dutch Oven grub and head home for the night. I told Isaac to grab a key from someone to get through the gate, but he assumed that it would just be open....however, I told him of the last conversation I remember about that gate, was instruction for everyone to keep it LOCKED. Guess who was right? ME! Of course.

We drove around for a while trying to find a small spot that wasn't taken (due to the Memorial visitors up there) and we finally found a spot that was big enough for the three of us and our dutch oven pot right next to the loud rushing, larger than life, stream. We couldn't hear anyone or anything.

He is so funny, he stood there and told me to take his picture. He positioned his [paint] gun and Lake Powell binoculars stood right infront of them for his photo opp!

Beautiful view up there in Davenport Canyon!


I am surprised he climbed inside of this hollow tree with all the bugs that "might" be living in there! Dad told him not to, but I wanted the picture, so I urged him to get on up in there!

Zac didn't wait for dinner.....he was starving. His nuggets tasted like lighter fluid, so he just started to eat the leaves. Strange kid........Even stranger, he doesn't ask if he can use the restroom or tell us he has to pee if he is outside, he just pulls down the pants and goes....this is even if we are at a neighbors house outside visiting. Em- barrassing! They laugh when it is someone else's lawn, but when it is their's....they can't believe it!