Las Cruces and other trips in June

The last time I tried to post, I got an error message. I can only hope that this time around everything works as it should.

We'll start with the most recent trip and work back from there. We went over to Las Cruces to help out with Brad & Elizabeth's open house at home. We helped turned Mom's backyard into a fairyland with about a kazillion ivy bowls with tealights hanging everywhere in the trees and shrubbery and from the fence. The temperature moderated as the sun went down. Then a thunderstorm cell came through and closed things down just as the party was ending. The backyard cleared in about 5 minutes and all the decorations, refreshments, tables & chairs, etc moved inside. We had a good time and got to see old neighbors and cousins.

During our preparations and shopping I decided that we needed to fill a deficiency that Dana has been experiencing since we live in Arizona. We proceeded to buy a bunch of sparklers and other fireworks, which we used, watched and played with in the backyard at about 10 pm after the storm had blown through. Sparklers are still fun after all these years.

Saturday morning Brad was introduced to breakfast at White Sands. He thought the beach was okay but the heat was just too much. We cooked breakfast over wood fires which was a unique experience. We got the obligatory photo of Dana sliding down the dune. We even got away without too much sand caught in pockets and rolled pant legs.

The second week in June, Dana went to girl's camp and Rick and I went to Albuquerque. Rick had two different meetings back to back, so he met and I explored Albuquerque and Santa Fe. We did get a chance to go up the tram to Sandia Peak, which was fun. It got very cold at the top as the sun went down, which shouldn't be too surprising since it's 10,000 feet in the air.

My time was spent in shopping, which was fun since I found a small Christmas shop in Old Town, Albuquerque, and in taking photos. There are a lot of interesting little alleys and doorways just begging to be drawn or painted. I did the same thing in Santa Fe, but I also got a chance to sit and sketch the main square for an hour. FYI: Old town Santa Fe, Albuquerque, and Old Mesilla all look the same. A square, a church or two and an inordinate number of shops crammed into all kinds of spaces.

We are now preparing for the BIG trip to Greensboro, NC. We have our checklists and Dad is stressing even more. Only 11 days!

What a week in Cache Valley!

We have spent a very wet, cold and fun week in Logan. We got the cake made, Elizabeth is now officially Sister Hansen and we got squeaky cheese from the cheese factory.

This is probably a story Brad and Elizabeth will tell their children. It rained all week until we walked out of the temple after the wedding. The clouds broke. We had sunshine. Temperatures rose a little. The reception took place at Von's Park. Friday morning it was raining again.

Dana and I spent Wednesday making a three-layer German chocolate cake for the groom's cake. It was beautiful and there was nothing left after the reception. It was great.

Aunt Melinda made the wedding cakes Thursday morning and had every kind of disaster possible take place. She perservered and the cakes looked lovely and tasted great. White chocolate with raspberry filling.

The wedding was very nice. A room full of Hansens and Larsens. Elizabeth and Brad were relaxed. The sealer, Br. Lind, was very good and presented some new insights into eternal marriage.

The park for the reception was just the right size for the festivities. Everyone helped assemble everything. We had fun. We broke it down afterwards and shipped it all off to Grand Junction for the open house there on Saturday evening. Jeff was intrigued by everything. Having missed our family weddings, he was surprised to learn how little input the groom really has in the reception.

Everyone left on Friday, so the four of us, Rick, Jeff, Dana and myself did a grand tour of Cache Valley. We saw the Martin Harris memorial, stopped at Gossner's cheese factory for squeaky cheese and mango milk, drove up to the Bear Lake overlook and then stopped at the Wind Cave trail in Logan Canyon. We had a fun hike up to the cave along a muddy, gloppy trail. It was like going up CG Mountain except the scenery was better and greener. It was certainly muddier and more slippery coming down.

The best surprise of the trip was finding the used bookstore at the corner of 200 North and Main in Logan. There was too much to look through and not enough time.

We have spent our weekend at home. Laundry done and bags are repacked. Dana goes to Girl's Camp and Rick and I head to Albuquerque for the week. More fun times.