Today is Friday, it must be ..........................

Here we are at Hill AFB just north of Salt Lake City. I always feel like we are getting such a great deal when we stay at a Famcamp within the military system because the prices are very reasonable ($14 with full hookups), and I feel very comfortable and “at home”. It was a rather long day today since we drove from St. George, Utah to Ogden. We managed to drive through Salt Lake City right about four o’clock, but fortunately, the traffic moved pretty well. Karen and Rod are still traveling with us, but we will probably go our separate ways after our stay here.

We spent a good number of hours in the car yesterday as we went all the way to Bryce Canyon Park. Ken and I had never seen it, nor had Rod and Karen. But there has been snow in the area, so I feel as if we need to return at a different time of year for yet another perspective. The red rock is spectacular, but I feel it was diminished by the snow. Whereas one looks up to appreciate Zion Park, one must look down to appreciate Bryce.

We have friends from our Navy days in Iceland who live in this area, and we are delighted that they are going to come for dinner on Sunday night. I love the fact that the friendships formed throughout the years in the military never go away, and we can just pick up where we left off.

So it was while we were in St. George. Joan Schultz and her son Danny lived just a block or two from us all the time we lived in San Jose. Danny and Brian were the best of friends, and we have all kept in touch over the years. I did call Joan while we were in St.George, and we had a good visit, but she is a bit under the weather so we did not have an opportunity to see each other. Her son, Danny, who is married and has two teen aged sons is still in the Air Force in Texas but is getting ready to retire and move to the civilian side of health care which is what he has done all of his 20 years in the Air Force.

According to Gary’s blog, he and Carolyn are home and are in the process of moving out of the motor home and into their house. That is major after one has been on the road for almost four months. And before you know it, they will be repacking the MH for their trips around the island and elsewhere over the coming months. I am so overwhelmed at the thought of arriving home within the next two weeks that I am tempted to just park in the driveway and continue to live in the MH.

There is a museum of vintage aircraft here at Hill AFB that Ken and Rod plan to see, and Karen and I are going to seek out every fabric and quilt shop we can find. That, along with any other items of interest in the area. We will probably leave here on Monday with Rod and Karen making their way toward Washington and we toward Mt. Home to see Brian, Sheila and the boys. Ciao