East of Eden

Last Friday we gassed up the Yukon and nearly died from the cost of it; $106.54! After the sticker shock, we decided that we were going to make the most of it and headed southeast for Salt Lake City to David’s sisters resort home. Private pool, hot tub, gym, theater, arcade, tennis court, billiards, mongo play-fort and multiple fridges stocked with all sorts of goodness I would never buy at the grocery store. Plus, we get to visit with Fam which despite the list of fun things to do is the real reason!

Unfortunately, we could only stay overnight and had to leave by eight that morning northeast to Eden for the ten o’clock baptism. The valley has never been more beautiful thanks to all the rain and cooler temperatures this spring. I wish I had my fancy-pants Nikon D80 – heck, even my stupid Point & Shoot – to capture its beauty. ( I found this photo online, my brother-in-law lives north of the golf course, out of the picture, but you get the idea. ) If there was some way for Dave to work without driving anywhere and I mean anywhere during the winter ( they usually get four plus feet of snow ) we’d buy a very humble chalet in a heartbeat.

I was lucky enough to be there for a rip-roaring thunderstorm Saturday evening and soaked the sights and sounds in as fast as each bolt of lightening stuck; the damp, earthy smell alone was sufficient to keep me happy and at the same time wanting more. I miss sitting on my back porch, watching micro-bursts bubble and ooze over the mountains near our home in Cache Valley, further north of where I currently stood.

The baptism was great; a private family affair and in my personal opinion what they should be. It was nice to visit with family though sad to retell Grandma who I was at least twice that day. My only regret is that I didn’t pull out my iPod and queue up Lee Holdridge’s, East of Eden: Main Title & Finale.

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