As implied in the previous post, the last weekend was a harried jaunt down to Arizona to to spend time with some of my natal family. My dad took some time out of his work to hang out with me, as did my little brother, and my mom fed and fed me until I couldn't much keep up with the gastronomic flow.




















All in all, it was a sensory smorgasbord down there; the desert awash in green, not a bit of snow visible for miles, and I was happy to be out and about with my pop. The Sonoran is a wonder where it hasn't yet been paved over.

Many thanks to the Mesa Burninghams for picking me up from the 'port. Sumner kept me entertained while the elders were conducting a garage sale, and believe me, that Jedi can swing!

Another really quick trip...

A run to the Swell and back, today.

It's been snowing here. Snowing and snowing and, yes, snowing again.
The newtimers say things like "Wow! This is really unusual weather we're having this winter. Sooo snowy and cold. Must be global warming."
The oldtimers just say "This is how it's supposed to be."
Who knows. I don't think very many people know what's going on, but I'd put my money on the oldtimers.

Fishing in the dead of winter in central Utah is like this from time to time. The temperature gets cold, the water runs short and the fish find places to hide that are way too comfortable and too close into willows for my gust-blown line.
That's if there are any fish left in that part of the stream, fer heaven's sake.

Miya is growing up and into all of the relic clothing of her brothers and sisters.
This is a puppy fleece well-beloved by Asher, so he's impressed with his and his sister's progress over time.
Miya is doing just fine.