a very very long blog

do you have the patience to read the whole thing...bring a drink and a snack with you.....There were times when i should have turned down some of Doug's invitations to go off somewhere in his TRUCK...i loved to see the herds of deer...they are a wonderful sight, but doug wanted to go after them every night with binoculars..i didn't need to see them four nights out of the week...he would sit on his back porch and look up to horse shoe with his telescope looking for deer, elk, mountain lions and bears...he would explain how this area and no other was God's own personnal country....i explained how the earth was much darker and loomier, and richer, other places back east, but he would say nonsense...there is no better land than in sanpete...other times when i should have turned doug down for a ride were when he would see how far up the canyon he could get in his truck....well it is a work truck and he didn't care how much he trashed it...so he would see the snow bank blocking the road around the place where Daniel wants to buy a cabin and he would plow into it grinding his way through his gears plowing into the snow to see where his truck could go no more and then put it into reverse and actually expected to go back down the hill...well he always got stuck...always, no doubt....we would dig and sink deeper...he would screw his little truck facing east and then north and then south and even sometimes west but he was always still stuck....digging and then reving his rpm's to a high spinning and spinning....finally when we had shoveled all the snow all the way back to Ephraim...we could then moveback down the hill.....other times when i should have turned doug down for a ride was on a trip up to the skyline to philly hill...he had me and the boys in the back...i think tony was up in the passenger seat and in his two wheeled rig he went straight up off the road to the top avoiding the more improved winding way, but straight upwith us all falling out of the backover the just barely secured back tailgate