Random Revelry

After three weekends out of town, Dave and I were ready for a weekend of small pleasures, close to home.  On June 8, 9, and 10, we hauled treasures to the cabin (ex. Dave's new top hat for our hat tree).  We watched a first run Diane Keaton/Kevin Kline movie, hung out with face-painted children at the Durham Jones & Pinegar summer party, and entertained Dave's mom and siblings for Sunday dinner.  We also spent a precious two hours with Michael on Skype.  Michael was in his hotel room in Tibet, as we talked about the wonders he'd seen already, and the wonders to come in Chengdu and in Mongolia.

Tibet is as wondrously exotic as Michael expected, with monasteries lighted with yak butter lamps, beautifully crafted wall hangings and paintings, and charming native people.  The morning after we talked with him, Michael was off to Chengdu, China, to see the national panda breeding facility, and then to Mongolia to sleep in a yurt.

On Friday night, we relaxed at "Darling Companion," a movie which the Christian Science Monitor described as "a shaggy dog story about a shaggy family" and as "a pleasant little dawdle."  That faint praise described it well. 

On Saturday, we dropped by the DJP luau.  We savored the teriyaki ribs, shave ice, and crooners in Aloha shirts.  Best of all, though, was sharing the excitement of the kids who got their faces painted as Spiderman or humongeous butterflies.  I nearly sat down myself to ask for a transformation into Spiderman.

We spent a cozy afternoon and evening at the cabin.  The sun streamed across the property on Sunday morning, lighting up the fresh green leaves. 

Dave's sister, Janice, and her husband, Vincent, were in town to get son Ben settled at BYU.  We invited Nancy and Darrell, Alan Dale and Lindy, and Dave's mom and her Darrell to join Vincent, Janice, and us for Sunday dinner.  Since half the family are now vegetarians, there were plenty of "sides" served with the chicken--barley casserole, fresh asparagus, green salad with hearts of palm and artichokes, and a fresh apricot crisp.  The guests stayed on and on, laughing and talking at the dinner table.  It felt very good to feel the love waft around us.

Orderville Canyon

"I have a nephew who's a mountain climber," I have bragged for weeks, as I described the hike Dave and I were planning down Orderville Canyon on June 2, 2012.  "I'll rapell down cliffs and swim through deep pools of water."  The hike lived up to expectations, and more. 

Joshua Moreland, the son of Dave's sister Janice, has climbed Mt. Rainier (I think!) and goes rock climbing in Utah whenever he gets a chance.  Dave and I told Joshua, over Easter dinner, about the dream we've had, for years, of hiking down Orderville Canyon, and he graciously offered to take us.

We drove from our St. George house to Zions Park, where we caught the shuttle to the headwaters of Orderville Canyon.  On the way, we stopped at the cemetery in Hurricane to show Joshua the grave of John Spendlove, born in England in 1813.  He is Dave's great-great-great-grandfather, and Joshua's ancestor, as well.

It was 11:15 a.m. when the shuttle dropped us off, and it was sweltering.  We all donned sunglasses, Joshua took off his shirt, and Dave and I wished we'd worn any color but sun-absorbing black!  We hiked 13 miles, with the first eight or nine miles through dry canyons that started out broad and green but got increasingly steep and narrow.  We made many stops for string cheese, power bars, and water.

One highlight of the hike was the two twenty-foot drops, which we rapelled down.  The first drop was down a huge boulder.  After buckling us into harnesses and lacing up the ropes, Joshua told Dave, "Stand up on this rock and then just lean back."  With the 20 foot drop behind him, it was an act of faith for Dave to "just lean back."  "This is fun," I decided, as I finally slid off backwards and walked my feet down the wall while letting the climbing rope slither through my fingers. 

We did it one more time--another 20-foot descent, much-photographed since we may or may not repeat it!  This descent was named "the guillotine," since a huge rock was suspended between two canyon walls and hung threateningly, above a pool.

I felt exhausted, but then I got a second wind. I think Joshua, in resting, was more contemplative than exhausted!

"The lower mile-and-a-half of Orderville Canyon is a water park," our trail guide said, and that was so true.  There was one large pool after another, many too deep to walk across.  We slid down rock slides and across mossy slickrock, then dog-paddled across, with our packs on our backs.  At this point my camera got put in the dry bag, and I depend on Google pictures.

When we were done, Joshua encouraged us, "Just check Orderville off your bucket list."  We'll do that, but we are already daydreaming of other Zions back-country hikes, such as Mystery Canyon.

We finished the day over duck, sweet potato tamales, and polenta with mushroom sauce at the Bit and Spur Southwest Grill in Springdale. 

King Tut and Hidden Beaches

The King Tut exhibit is on its last-ever tour of the U.S.  When Dave and I suggested visiting the Flindts in Seattle on Memorial Day weekend, Lisa mentioned that was also the opening weekend of the King Tut exhibit.  Of course we had to go.

Seven of the eight Flindts came to the King Tut exhibit (Spencer had to work), and Grant brought his friend, Paul.  We first watched an IMAX film on the making of mummies,  and then toured the exhibit, with its precious, beautifully displayed Egyptian statues, sarcophagi, and jewelry.

We even saw a mummy.

Afterwards, in the gift shop, the kids posed in Egyptian finery.

We also spent an hour at the Northwest Folklife Festival, near the Space Needle, where thousands of Seattle residents listened to music and bought food and crafts.  The kids voted for burgers and fries, rather than the Kenyan curry plates Lisa and I chose.  We bought two orders of fries, which came in huge, square blocks.  Dave wore his new Western hat to protect himself from the bright Seattle sun.

In the evening, we lounged at the Flindts' neighborhood Pine Lake. We launched the Flindt kayak. Kyle and the kids took turns riding it, as the rest of us chatted and dipped our toes in the water. 

The Sunday Church meetings were extraordinary.  Michael K spoke in Sacrament meeting, with the other graduating seniors, and Michael, Spencer, Grant, and Kirsten all sang in the YMYW choir.  Michael was released as second counselor in the priests' quorum and Spencer was set apart as first counselor in the priests' quorum.

After Church, we took a picnic to a beach north of Seattle, which Lisa discovered while working as a home health nurse in the area.  We watched families fly kites, we went beachcombing, and we took lots of photographs of the Flindts all together ("This will be the Christmas picture," we often hear our children exclaim, as their families gather to share and document our visits).  Most of the artistic photos below were taken by Michael K.

Back home, there was time for Alyssa to show us the poster she presented during her "week" at school, and to show us how well she reads her Fancy Nancy books.  There was time for Dave to explain to the kids how his iPad works and give Bryce a hug.

And there was time to share some fresh apricot crisp ala mode.