Snowbirds

Dave planned a hike through the Paria Canyon with his work friends for the weekend of November 9-11. He arrived in St. George on Thursday to get the house and yard ready. Alas, the hike and house party was not to be.  Huge snowstorms plowed through northern Utah, packed the freeways, and covered our beloved Pine Mountain in St. George with snow.  Dave canceled the hike, but reserved me the front seat on the St. George shuttle on Friday afternoon ($5 extra), so we could spend the weekend in St. George together (Google image not taken this snowy weekend).

Dave's idea of a cozy weekend was football and relaxation.  "You asked me to drive through snowpacked roads for that?" I asked incredulously.  We compromised with a visit to Iron Mission Days in Cedar City, the first run movie "Flight," a Veterans Day patriotic concert at the Casa Blanca resort in Mesquite, and a seafood buffet.  (Also, a long run for David and unlimited hours of TV news.)

Cedar City was celebrating the 159th anniversary of its founding at Iron Mission Days.  We stopped by the Iron Mission Museum, which was filled with plows, carriages, wagon wheels, and other equipment from pioneer days.   Brigham Young's scouts discovered iron ore near Cedar City and, for decades, the pioneers tried unsuccessfully to develop iron mines.

I was fascinated with the quilt exhibits.  There was a "crazy quilt," made of miscellaneous scraps of velvet and other scarce fabrics, arranged randomly, just like my Grandmother Eyring made.  My favorites, of the other quilts, were the t-shirt quilt, the flour sack quilt, and the asylum quilt.  I loved the videos in which the creators or curators of the quilts told their stories.

The fellow who made the t-shirt quilt explained that the patterns on t-shirts expressed his loves and interests as a boy--Elvis Presley, Superman, Dr. Seuss.  The quilt encapsulated his memories and past good times.

 

The woman who made the flour sack quilt said that each sack was from a business owned by her husband's family or was from a town they had visited.  Her husband wanted her to make a quilt that included sacks from the family flour mill, and he searched through antique stores until he found enough other sacks to make the quilt.

The curator from the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers Museum in SLC explained that the asylum quilt was made by the inmates of Salt Lake's Asylum for the Insane during the 1880s.  The new director of the Asylum thought that the mental health of the inmates would be improved if they had something useful to do, rather than laying about, listless. 

The Museum was full of craftsmen during Iron Mission Days.  I watched volunteers roll out dough and then bake it in a brick oven.

I watched a woman spin yarn from wool from Cedar City sheep, and another woman make placemats from the dyed wool. 

 

Outside, visitors dipped candles and little girls made cotton ball dolls at the schoolhouse.

 

My favorite display was the cider press.  Volunteers washed and chopped apples and squeezed them through a wooden press.  They made the best cider I have ever tasted. 

 

The Museum grounds displayed the first cabin built in Southern Utah, in 1853, and also the Hunter House, from several decades later.  Dave and I were sure the Hunter who built the Hunter House was an ancestor of our neighbors, since our Hunters come from a pioneer sheep-herding family in Cedar City.  The Hunter House included displays of pioneer era furniture and explanations of how the styles evolved from the styles of England and Scandinavia.

Dave and I thoroughly enjoyed "Flight," with Denzel Washington.  It told the story of an airline pilot who crash-landed a defective plane in a storm, despite being drunk and on cocaine.  There were exciting action scenes, but also a thought-provoking look at the consequences of addiction.

 

We drove south to Mesquite for dinner at Casa Blanca's Saturday night seafood buffet.  Two plates were not enough for my pasta with shrimp and prime rib, as well as carrot cake, mussels, crab legs...

St. George's Southwest Symphony played a concert for Veteran's Day.  The veterans in the audience stood and were applauded as the musicians played their service's anthem.  Dave stood to the strains of the Air Force anthem, "From the Halls of Montezuma."  We loved the Sousa marches and movie themes for such shows as "Midway."  The crowd was distinctly vintage, and I left, disappointed that I hadn't the courage to ask for photos of veterans with Air Force caps, suspenders, and medals.
















Church in Rockville, followed by a hike in Zions, was part of my Great Compromise with Dave.  When we heard that there were 18 inches of snow in our driveway, we cut short the trip and headed home.  We treated ourselves to one last exotic meal at Cafe Med, in SLC, which has an Iranian chef and flies the flags of Egypt, Greece, and Turkey. 

We then confronted the snow.