Monday, September 29, 2025

September Stuff

 Some fun things that happened in September...

We went to see Andrew play in the University of Utah Band.  He's in the trumpet section and has marked in yellow the following two pictures of where he is located.   It was very fun-- we won..and it rained!




We had one of our members at Water Tower get Re-baptized.  It was very special.  Bill Cromarty is such a great guy.  We only know these guys at this point in their lives...not as felons.  We don't know the victims and the heartache in their families-- so it's a balance....But I believe in the Atonement of Jesus Christ and that repentance is real and we get chance after chance.  
I took Kathleen Blake, Erin Perkins and Kim Johnston to dinner and a concert at Layton Amphitheatre--and we had a great time. I'm grateful for friends.

And I took Kathleen Blake and Bonnie Benedict to see Little Shop of Horrors at CPT.

We had both our kids' Primary programs at the same time on the same day, so I went to Addison's kids and Wayne went to Monson's girls.  It was all very nice.   Alfie sang in a small group and he also played a piano solo.  George was exactly George-- it was hard for him. He did not want to be there and came dressed like a game show host in a sparkly silver lame jacket, a striped shirt and shorts.   Addison is the primary song leader-- so I watched him a lot too.  Poppy was perfect.





Our Band continues to play about 3 gigs a month at various Rest Homes around the Wasatch front and we still enjoy this ministry so much.  We love singing songs of the 50's, 60's, and 70's to old folks.  They are so complimentary and remember lyrics to songs when they can't remember much else. 

Sophia decided on a Saturday morning that she was going to go with a group of girls to Viewmont's Homecoming dance.  So we had to find a dress, shoes, do hair etc... in just a few hours.  She had a blast and it was totally worth the crazy.

Grand kid game night was a highlight of the month... we didn't get Andrew and Sophia ( they are too busy for this now) but the other littles just love getting together and this night Wayne broke out his new soft ice cream machine!  






Lyle's Death-a-versary



Our 10-year death-a-versary honoring my dad went great. I still can’t believe we have been without him for 10 years!   We had a good turnout (41 people)– and Paula Carlson joined in as well.  Liz and Al, Angela and Guy....Gary had all his family there.  Adam and Christine had many of theirs in attendance–As did I. (We were only missing Aaron and Kass, Rachel and Casey, Addison and Bre’s family– they are in California for a fun Disneyland weekend, and Laila and Markus- California.)


  We had it at the pavilion behind Gary’s church. The weather was perfect!  We gathered and I had a board that I wanted everyone to write one word to describe Lyle–



We did this while we all put tattoos of Dad’s face on our arms.  Dad would have hated the tattoo part. Most of us wore blue- his favorite color…and Nelson had his little 5-month-old Lily in a BYU cheer outfit.  



We brought pics of Dad and some books and artifacts to look at.  Al and Liz were in charge of the wiffle ball game- since baseball was one of his favorite sports– and it’s what dad would do every time we got together.  We got a big group picture and sang “Once I Went in Swimming” at the top of our lungs.  We ate chocolate chip cookies- his favorite and Dad would always sneeze after he ate one.   


We ate Mexican food– dad loved Mexican food as long as it’s not spicy–and he loved trying to speak Spanish very loudly.  He was really cute about it. At one point, he put Spanish words up all over his house- like on the table was the word “mesa” and on the bathroom door as ‘bano'.  He really tried.  

 

Then we all sat around and shared memories of Dad-/Grandpa Lyle.  We laughed a lot. 

Some things included;

Shoes on for a natural disaster 

Wave hello to everyone

Breathe out bad Utah air, breathe in good Idaho air 

Loved to Yodel

Favorite scripture Matthew 23:11:  "He who is the greatest among you let him be your servant. " He usually said this while serving us in some way.

“You can pick your nose and you can pick your friends, but don’t pick grandma‘s flowers”

Chinese Checkers— “kachoonka”

Stealing watermelons

Look in a pregnant woman’s eyes to see when she’s ready "to calve ."

Thin pancakes for breakfast.  Singing every morning.  

Dad threw a pitcher of water in Marcie’s face when she was complaining about setting the table-- she was 9.


12 people were named after my dad in some way…All my boys with Cole as their middle name, Jordan Cole Call, Nelson Call, Preston Brown, Cole Fulton ( Jenny Poulter’s son)  Great grandsons- Alfie Lyle and Silas Lyle and Great granddaugher Elsie  ( L.C.)   And a boy from dad’s ward- Cole Kasteller. 


I played a video of Dad singing with Mom and yodeling. Then we played a guessing game all about dad with prizes being Snickers bars….his favorite!  I’m really happy how it all turned out and I love my family for being so willing to participate. 

Name places Lyle lived:

Fairview,  Idaho ( born) 

Moscow, Idaho ( University of Idaho)

MILITARY: Fort Ord, California and Camp Chaffee Arkansas, for cook school, Fort Jackson, South Carolina and Camp Gordon, Georgia

Provo- BYU

Southern States mission ( Florida, Georgia, Alabama, South Carolina)

Bountiful

Name Lyle’s favorite desserts/ treats:

Chocolate chip cookies

Cherry Pie

Apple Fritter

Candy corn

Snickers

Name Lyle’s major/minor in College:

Agriculture Economics with a minor in business

Lyle’s favorite sports:

Baseball/softball (New York Yankees and Detroit Tigers- when growing up only teams on the radio)

#1 in Boxing ( 135 lb)

Lyle’s school nickname:

Coke

Freshman class president

Senior Class president

While on the farm, what did Dad long to be when he grew up?

Beer truck driver - air conditioning

His dad said,” If I had my choice between the dairy cows (he milked 14-120 every day of his life)and the Utah State prison, I would probably choose the prison becaue you would have more freedom.”

Jobs Dad had:

Farm- milking cows

“Hashing’ at the University of Idaho– set up tables, pulled chairs out for girls and served two meals a day - waiter- white glove style

Road construction with Sorenson brothers

Car detailer at Oldsmobile place in Provo

ZCMI department store

Cole Esquire in Bounitful

Real Estate

Entrepreneur businesses—

Surveyor for the county

Name Lyle’s siblings

Jay T.

Gerry

Phyllis

Roma

½ with mom:  Thelma 

             Dean

½ with dad

Joseph Edwin

Ethel

Vernon

Myron

Earl

Lowell 

Lyle’s top TV shows after age 65:

Matlock

Heartland

ANY sport

Livestock shows

Tractor and trailer 

Lyle’s hobbies:

Gardening

Golfing

Fishing

Horses

Nicknames he gave his children:

Marcie- Sarcie Ann

Melinda - La

Adam - Dammit Adam

Liz - "E" , Swish

Angela - Anjalouie

Dad’s go to songs he would sing:

Pretty little girl in blue - yodel 

Once I went a swimming

God gave the wise men their wisdom  ( played recording)

Going home - funeral song

I wear a chain - Ghost of Marley

Cool, Clear Water-- when one of us needed to go to the bathroom and pee

Name the countries Dad has been in:

US

Scotland

Ireland

England

Mexico

Canada


We had a really good, loving, kind father.  I loved feeling my dad so close to me as I prepared for this day.  I went through his writings and journals and photos and felt him near.  I believe angels attend us.  ANd what better angels to have around then my parents and other relatives who have gone before? 

Pres. Holland spoke about angels. He famously taught, “Don’t underestimate your family on the other side of the veil.” Loved ones in the spirit world are helping and assisting those of us on Earth. He emphasized that family members who have passed away are still active and involved in our lives. He taught about the importance of believing in and recognizing the “ministering of angels,” which includes spiritual beings who act as “angels in our lives", providing divine help and care. Pres. John Taylor taught that “God lives, and his eyes are over us, and his angels are round and about us, and they are more interested in us than we are in ourselves, ten thousand times, but we do not know it.” I remember my mom calling on her angels when one of us was in crisis or needed help. She believed that angels are present and active in our lives and so do I. I often call on my angels to help my loved ones.

Sunday, September 14, 2025

Talk: Manitou Incline hike, Repentance and the Character of God,

 This is my talk given in the Water  Tower Branch: 

I did a tough thing this summer.  Wayne, Bob, Diane Lake, and I climbed the Manitou Incline.  Have you ever heard of it?  I hadn’t either, but it’s a strenuous hike in Manitou Springs, Colorado, at the base of Pike’s Peak. 

The Incline has 2744 steps straight up to the top. The steps are made mostly of railroad ties. Some steps are like half a railroad tie, and some are up to 3 railroad ties high…so not regular steps.  It’s a mile hike of vertical feet… a staircase straight up a mountain.  Only four out of every 10 people who start this hike actually finish it. It starts at 6,000 feet above sea level and finishes over 8,000 feet.  So breathing can get difficult.

We started out strong.  1, 2, 3 steps, 200 steps, then 1,000 steps.

Because it's a slow hike, there is plenty of time to meet and talk to people on the hike. One such person we met was Jesse. He did not look like your typical hiker. He weighed 340 lbs (he shared this information) and was determined to do this hike six steps at a time. That's exactly what he did.  Six steps, then stop on the trail and breathe, then six more. He did it in bite-sized pieces, and it worked. I was impressed by his perseverance and optimism.  

1,500 steps

There are a couple of places on the Incline that you can bail out and not have to reach the top. You can quit.  I tell you, I considered it. It was hot- so hot. The temperature hovered around 100 degrees.  Our clothes were drenched with sweat.  We rationed out our water, and mandarin oranges never tasted so delicious.  At one point, I was only able to take three steps and then catch my breath and take three more.

My brain was encouraging me to quit, thoughts of... "What's the big deal?  No one cares if you do this.  You don't need to prove anything.  You need to be in better shape to do this. This isn't fun. This is too hard."   I had to talk to my brain instead of just listening to it.    I had to tell my brain “that I wanted to be here, that I was grateful to be able to do this, that my body wasn't in pain, and that sometimes it's cool to do hard things.”

1,800 steps

The negative thoughts persisted and returned again and again.

 This hard hike took a lot of talking to my brain, and not just listening to it.  I told myself I could do it.  I told myself if Jesse could do it, so could I.  I told myself I was grateful for a body that could hike.  I told myself what a glorious view and what a lovely day it was.  I told myself this is not a race, just do it at my pace and don’t compare myself to others. All of these thoughts kept me on the Incline moving onward and upward.  2,400 steps.

2,744 steps!

When you reach the top of the incline, everyone who has already accomplished this cheers for you.  We cheered for Jesse and many others who came after us. I felt really proud to have accomplished such a hard hike.

Our time on earth is a lot like this hike.  We all experience the same path, but not all with the same degree of difficulty or carrying the same things in our backpacks, or we have varying things that weigh us down.  

Today, I would like to speak to those of us who want to give up. To those who sometimes feel that this life seems to be working for everyone except me. To those who have failed again and again and think that God is disappointed in me.  To those who wonder about repentance and forgiveness. To those of us who continue to make the same mistakes over and over, who think God could never love me.

I’m basing many of my remarks today on Sister Runia’s talk from April’s General Conference. entitled, “Your repentance doesn’t burden Jesus Christ; It brightens His joy.”  And step #2 in the 12-step addiction recovery program

It's extraordinary to me how thoughts in our heads sound like truth, just because we are thinking them.  But really, thoughts in our heads come and go just like clouds in the sky… and we can latch on to them and believe them or not.   Many negative thoughts that go through our heads are from the adversary trying to bring us down.

We all have this in common– negative thoughts in our heads that try to get us to leave God’s path. They tell us to stop trying, to give up.

Satan knows just what to say to us to get us off the path. To get us to feel shame about our mistakes and not want to repent.

Here’s the truth:  We don’t stay on the path by never making a mistake.  We stay on the path by repenting every day.

When I was younger, the word repent seemed very scary to me.  Something I wanted to avoid at all costs, so I did my best to obey and try to be good all the time, so I wouldn’t have to repent. I hid a lot of things from my parents, as well as from myself. I thought I had to be perfect for God to love me.  I didn’t want God to be disappointed in me.  

What I’ve come to know is that God is never disappointed in me or you, and I was distancing myself from God, waiting to be clean enough or perfect enough before I went to the Savior. This distancing was hurting me.  I was confused about God’s plan of repentance.

Repentance isn’t plan B.  Repentance is the PLAN.  Repentance means to change and to turn back to God.  And how many times in the scriptures are we told that we can repent and turn to God…70x7– which is really forever.  

That’s what he wants from us – to turn to him, to connect with Him.  To connect with his commandments and to keep doing this over and over again throughout our lives. 

 Imagine that when the Lord says “Repent, Repent ”…what he is really saying is “I love you.  I love you.”  Picture Him pleading with you to leave behind the behavior that is causing you pain and to step out of the darkness and turn back to His light.

Sister Runia reminds us that, “The invitation to repent is an expression of God’s love for us.  Saying yes to that invitation is an expression of our Love for God.”

We don’t stay on the path by never making a mistake; we stay on the path by repenting every day.

And when we are repenting, God forgives without shaming us, comparing us to anyone else, or scolding us because this is the same thing we were repenting of last week. He’s excited every time He hears us pray. He reaches us in our reaching. He delights to forgive us because to Him we are delightful.

Why is it so hard for us to believe this? 

Satan, the great accuser and deceiver, uses shame to keep us from God.  Shame is a darkness.  Shame feels very heavy. Shame is the voice in your head that beats you up, saying, “What were you thinking?  Do you ever get anything right? You're so stupid.  No one loves or cares about you.”

We all make mistakes…. Big ones, small ones.  We can feel guilt about these and make things right, or we can feel shame.

Guilt tells us we made a mistake. Shame tells us we are our mistakes.  You may even hear the adversary say, “What does it matter? Why try?  You are too far gone. God doesn’t want you.”  OR as he told Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, “ Run, Hide!”  Satan does everything in his power to keep the heaviness inside us, telling us the cost is too high, that we will lose everything, that it will be easier if this stays in the darkness, removing all hope.

Satan is the thief of Hope.

My friend Si Foster has been to India many times to help in a Leper Colony there.  Leprosy is alive and well in many places throughout our world..  It’s not just an old-time disease in the Bible.  Si washes feet, holds decaying hands, applies fresh Band-Aids, sings, smiles, cooks for, and looks into sad eyes,  trying to help these people feel a little bit more loved, cared for, and watched over. She is a great example to me of charity.   There is still a lot of shame wrapped around Leprosy. When people get leprosy, it first shows up as tiny white dots around the collarbone. The incredible thing about leprosy is that it can be cured with a pill if it is noticed in time– this pill only costs $1.50. But because Leprosy is a disease filled with shame, when people first have the signs, they don’t seek help. They hide it. They’re too ashamed. So face cavities fall in and fingers, and skin, are gone before they come out of their shame-filled darkness and ask for help. 

Why do we keep so much of our shame buried? Why don’t we ask for help? Because that voice in our head tells us no one would understand. That people will turn away from us, that it’s embarrassing.

Here’s what I KNOW to be true:     You are not the negative voice in your head or the mistakes you have made.  You may need to say that out loud many times in the mirror.  “I am not the negative voice in my head.  I am not the mistakes I have made. I am a child of God."

So when this negative talk happens,.....Talk back to your brain, don’t just listen to it, just like I did while hiking up the Manitou Incline so I could keep on going.

God offers us a remedy for Shame.  “ Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn of me… For I am meek and lowly in heart and ye shall find rest unto your souls.”  Matthew 11:28-29

I promise that the minute we turn to God and bring our mess, our brokenness, and troubles to Him that He is immediately there. The shame stops.

 Alma 34:31–

“Yea, ….. if ye will repent and harden not your hearts, immediately shall the great plan of redemption be brought about unto you.”

Jesus Christ is forever brighter than the darkness of Shame.  He would never attack our worth.  Learning about the character of God, we know He would say something like, “I love you. Turn to me.  Let’s do this together. Just keep trying.” He is not belittling, mean, or degrading.  He is uplifting. 

Jesus Christ is hope.

Sis. Runia shared this great visual in her talk.  So watch closely. Imagine that this hand represents worth. This hand represents obedience.  Maybe you woke up this morning, said a prayer, and had a desire to let God into your life.  You smiled at a stranger. You’ve made good decisions and are treating people around you well.  Or maybe things haven’t gone so well.  You’ve struggled and failed to do those small, simple things that make your life go better. You lied.  You’ve made some decisions you aren’t proud of.

Where is your worth?  Has this hand moved at all?

Your worth isn’t tied to obedience.  Your worth is constant; it never changes.  It was given to you by God, and there’s nothing you or anyone else can do to change it.  Obedience brings blessings that is true.  But worth isn’t one of them.  Your worth is always “great in the sight of God.” No matter where your choices have taken you.  

We are all on the same earthly hike, but we all have varying degrees of difficulty as we climb to the mountain top.  Our Savior is the only one who truly knows the difficulty you are experiencing.  He’s felt it.  He knows if you are trying.  He knows the baby steps and big steps.  He knows your failings and discouragement. He knows. 

So don’t you want a relationship with the one being who truly gets you, who knows your heart and how hard you're trying?  

Why do we wait so long to repent, to turn to God, who loves us more than any other?  Why would we run from the only being who’s able and willing to help us become what we were created to become?  

Coming unto Christ is saying, “Will you help me?” with hope and assurance that His arms are extended to you always. 

Even though we don’t have perfect obedience yet, we can try to have “affectionate” obedience now.  Sister Runia explained that, “Affectionate obedience means choosing to keep His commandments and try again and again because we love Him.”

Elder Rasband reminds us, “'A saint is a sinner who keeps on trying.' God cares a lot more about who we are and who we are becoming than about who we once were.  He cares that we keep on trying.”

So on those days when you feel that voice telling you that you aren’t worth much, that you should hide in a dark room and isolate yourself. I invite you to turn to God in your mess, to be brave and believe in Jesus.  Bask in HIS  Light.  Work on your relationship with Him. It’s not too late. It’s never too late.

Elder Jeffrey R. Holland said this…."However late you think you are, however many chances you think you have missed, however many mistakes you feel you have made or talents you think you don't have or however far from home and family and God you feel you have traveled, I testify that you have not traveled beyond the reach of divine love."

Heaven isn’t for perfect people; it’s for people who choose Jesus Christ again and again. 

I believe Angels cheer for us when we do this, just like we were cheered when we reached the top of the Manitou Incline. 

I testify this is true…the Lord loves us and wants us to remember our worth, to get out of shame, to repent and turn to HIM, again and again.

In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.



Friday, September 12, 2025

Politics-- ugh

 A MAGA influencer, Charlie Kirk, was shot and killed at the UVU campus this week.  It was shocking to see.  And so sad to consider how divided we are as a country.  

Charlie Kirk has some pretty harsh rhetoric regarding women, people of color, those of different sexual orientations, immigrants, those who are not Christian ( particularly regarding Islam) etc...  He was a self-proclaimed white supremacist.  He cloaked all of this under the guise of being a follower of Jesus Christ.  

I'm not saying that all that he said was wrong-- but his approach was meant to be divisive and to inspire shock.  He condemned empathy.  He loved to debate anyone and anything. His was a brand, and it wasn't for me.  

What happened to him was abhorrent, and I do not condone it in any way.  He was a Child of God..just like me...just like our President....And I didn't agree with most of the things that came out of his mouth.  I found them very hateful.  The biggest thing that contributes to political violence is hate speech and the rhetoric of politicians and influencers after the event.  But....Political violence does not solve any of our differences.  Political violence only promotes more political violence. 

I appreciated 4 of our past US Presidents coming out and saying political violence is bad.  We live in a country of free speech, and we can disagree with each other and not have violence.  I agree with this.  But our current President continued to stoke division, blaming the left and only the left for any kind of violence...which is just so ridiculous. Both Democrats and Republicans have been targeted. Trump stokes political violence. 

I don't consider myself on the left.  I consider myself pretty much centric and hold beliefs on both sides.  But regarding the "left," I support much stronger gun control, more resources directed towards mental health, and a strong stance on the separation of church and state.  I also feel that in some ways, the left embodies more of a Christian approach in the areas of loving our neighbors, helping the poor, welcoming refugees, and being inclusive.  Those are just a few. 

On the more "right" side of things, I'm an advocate for religious freedom ( for all religions, not just Christians), pro-life/choice( though that whole topic is so complex), and better fiscal responsibility.  

And we shouldn't be asking if the shooter is left or right?  It doesn't matter. He was a screwed up 22 year old with a gun.

I believe our country is being hijacked by recent Supreme Court decisions that include the 2010 decision that money can be poured into political campaigns...that it equals free speech.  And the recent 2024 decision about how Presidents can't be held accountable while in office.  I disagree strongly with these. This is how and why Trump continues to get elected and lawsuits don't affect him because he has a ton of money and anything he does while in office, he can get away with.   It makes it so the people with money continue to govern, lobby, win elections and keep us all divided.  It makes the biggest difference in our country not left vs. right, but the rich- elite vs. all of the rest of us.   If we could recognize this we could all come together.   

James Talarico - a candidate out of Texas said this... and it really rings true to me. "I am tired of being pitted against my neighbor.  I am tired of being told to hate my neighbor. People across the political spectrum in this country are hungry for a different kind of politics, not a politics of fear, not a politics of hate, not a politics of violence, but a politics of love.  A love that can heal what's broken in this country."

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Missionaries

 Wayne and I are missionaries!  


We are called as Addiction recovery missionaries working with the Water Tower Branch which is part of the Jail District that goes from SLC,  Tooele, Park City all the way up north to Logan and Evanston.  Our Water Tower Branch is really unique. Mostly men– with a few women volunteers and women who are partners of some of these men.  It’s really different to start a meeting saying, no smoking, no hanging out outside, and no going across the street to 7-11… and hearing swears while people talk. I loved the realness of it all.   We don’t serve the sacrament– we sing a sacrament hymn, have the sacrament scriptures read by two different people and then reflect in silence for a few minutes.  IT’s very powerful. 
Our meetings are so different… and the men who share their feelings about faith, Jesus, and trying to be good people are so touching.  They are not in an easy place, and have made some decisions that have really impacted their choices, but they come on Sunday to hear the good word and feel the spirit.  Many are not from the LDS tradition..but they love Jesus. 
We had messages one Fast Sunday from one guy who shared he’s been shot twice in the head, 4 times in the back, stabbed 27 times… including once in a maximum security cell– and he’s lived through it all by the grace of God and his grandmother’s faith. He was raised catholic and his grandma would sneak him communion.  She’s in her 90’s and he loves her so much.

 Another guy told of not being able to take the sacrament of 24 years, and how it fills him with light.  

Another guy just thanked all of the volunteers who help run this branch, and pick up people and bring to church and our Wednesday night dinner.  It’s all very sweet.  

One guy shared that he’s an active alcoholic and he’s now gone 25 days without any..and we are so proud of him.  He put in a big plug for our Thursday night addiction recovery meeting and getting out of shame and bringing things into the light. 


We get two different badges- because in ARP-- everyone goes by their first names.



Monday, September 8, 2025

Go Utes!

 



We went to our first home game for University of Utah– they beat Calpoly– it was a wipe out and we got a little rained on in the first quarter…but the fun part was watching the band!  Andrew is having a great time playing the trumpet. They do a little field show before the game starts, and then play in between almost every down, and then do half-time…it’s really almost 3 hours of constant music. It’s impressive.  
Where is ANDREW?  ..... He colored himself a little more yellow in both of these pics.  
I stayed dry.... Wayne got drenched.   BUT, I needed to stay dry because of my hair.  I didn't want to do it again for church in the morning.  He was a good sport.






Saturday, September 6, 2025

Cabin on Labor Day

It’s always great to get away to the cabin….but this time Wayne has brought up his Solar generator– so it is silence when we use that. No noisy generator is a game-changer. ANd he brought up a Starlink satellite system and TV monitor so he and Monson can watch all the football games this weekend.  Including the Utah game against UCLA. – Utah won and the game was AMAZING! 

                                      

We got to the cabin with Wayne and I, Monson, Tayla and Elsie Friday at dinner time.  It seems like everyone had the same idea to get outta town for Labor Day weekend…so traffic was a mess.    Lady got covid and was home from school most of the week, and we are waiting for a negative test to bring her to the cabin, so Lexi stayed back with her and they came up on Sunday.  Landon and Sophia were supposed to come up as well, but Sophia also has Covid and feels crappy.   COVID is definitely going around right now. 

 Elsie walked into the cabin and kept saying over and over, “Is this even real?”  She was so excited..then she  said, “Somebody pinch me.” She’s a hoot. Elsie and Tayla LOVE playing games– so we have done that most of the day, along with walks to the rock throwing place. We sing songs as we walk to the rock throwing place.... the same songs I sang when my kids were little.



Wayne took up his chain saw and his fishing stuff..  That was all fun for him too. We had a momma and a baby Moose hang out by our cabin most of the weekend.


We played TONS of games!  Monson’s family is a game family so that’s awesome.We hung out by the fire pit and roasted hot dogs and smores and sang, "We are the Cabin singers."







We love the cabin, but always make sure others know that it’s a cabin, it’s rustic, there are single lightbulbs with no light fixtures etc…but there are two workable bathrooms, and a good kitchen, and a generator that powers it all.  We’ve been coming here for 30 years.  

I loved coming to the cabin when our boys were little…it was easier then, no schedules or Sunday church callings, so easier to get away.  Things have definitely changed up here… More cabins, more people, no more grass in front of our cabin, since Grandpa Welch died.  He used to come up every week to water etc…   but we still love it.