Salt River Canyon

Salt River Canyon

This afternoon Jan and I drove down through Salt River Canyon, our favorite way, due to many reasons, including there are more bathroom stalls in Globe than in Payson.
But there are a few drawbacks, mostly stupid blankety blankety A-- Drivers.
If you fall in any of these categories, please take note.
IF YOU ARE PULLING A TRAILER, GO THROUGH PAYSON,
IF YOU ARE AFRAID OF CURVES, GO THROUGH PAYSON,
IF YOU ARE ONLY GOING 15 MPH, GO THROUGH PAYSON.
IF YOU CANNOT TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOUR GAS PEDAL AND YOUR BRAKE, GO THROUGH PAYSON.
IF YOU INSIST ON SPEEDING UP IN THE PASSING ZONE AND NOT LET ANYONE PASS YOU, GO THROUGH PAYSON.
IF YOU CANNOT LOOK OUT YOUR REARVIEW MIRROR AND SEE THE TWENTY-PLUS CARS BEHIND YOU AND REFUSE TO PULL OVER, GO THROUGH PAYSON.
IF YOU ARE DRIVING THROUGH ARIZONA FOR THE FIRST TIME, GO THROUGH PAYSON.
Salt River Canyon is not for the faint of heart. Only the brave and fearless drive this highway.
Here is another suggestion, just stay home if you are not capable of driving the speed limit.

Otherwise it was a most pleasant trip. A couple of good rainstorms on Saturday and Sunday. The mountain is beautiful. Really green and lots of flowers already blooming. This morning it was 36 degrees. Thank goodness for propane lanterns that warm up our trailers.

Our many thanks to Uncle Cecil and Aunt Millie's family for allowing us to use this beautiful place to rest and enjoy the cooling breezes. It is our heaven on earth.

Happy Mother's Day

Today I will remember my mother, because that is all I have now. Memories.

My earliest memory is riding in the car with her. I always felt safe. She had her own GPS system, we never got lost.

I remember her curling my hair and fixing my ringlets.

I remember her sewing, she made all of our clothes, I only remember three dresses that were purchased. Since we always wore dresses to school, that was a lot of sewing.

I remember her doing the books at the plant. She let me play office with the typewriter and adding machine. And she never seemed to panic when I climbed up to the top of the tanks.

I remember her making fruit cake every Christmas for Dad's customers, The batter looked like vomit, so I never ate it, besides it had nuts.

I remember she always put aside a little bit of fruit salad for me without the nuts, I do not like nuts.

I remember her reading her scriptures.

I remember coming home from school and she would be laying down on her bed playing solitaire and hiding a bag of chocolate star candy under the pillow. We were banished from the room if we tried to tell her the next move she could make. I could stretch my arm up under the pillow and grab a few pieces of candy and then run, thinking that I got away clean.

I remember her waltzing around the kitchen with us while she was fixing dinner.

I remember singing in the car with her on the way home from Yuma and trying to be the first one to sing "I see W- E- L-L- T- O- N" when we came out of Telegraph Pass. We are not a family of singers put in the car we were the King Family and our Love at Home was just a beautiful as theirs.

But most of all, today I will remember her laughter and will be happy because Heavenly Father let me choose her to be my mom.