Right now (not literally right now since I would never write and drive) I also driving through Utah and it has been one memory after another. It is always so fun to come through the areas of your childhood.
I saw the gas station where my dad didn’t pay for his gas and got pulled over by the cops for it.
I saw the Mexican restaurant my wife and and stopped at on our honeymoon in Price that had the most amazing quesadilla and tortillas I have ever had.
I drove through the beautiful Spanish Fork Canyon where I once saw a massive herd of elk.
I saw the place where we picked up a stranded couple with their two small children on our way back from having been snowed out of Canyonlands, in April.
It really hit me as I was driving these roads how many great memories I made in Central Utah, and the incredible beauty that exists here. I was so blessed with people who installed a love of nature and adventure growing up. I’m glad other people love cities, and I don’t mind visiting, but I would gladly love in the mountains for the rest of my life.
I have already written about how much I love living in Reno. It is so wonderful to be back in the mountains. I have also mentioned how awesome the disc golf is here.
I went to a new course today that is every bit as good as the other one I usually go too, if not better. It certainly was more challenging, but I look forward to having that push me to do better.
My favorite part was the awesome view from the course as it was set in the hills and had an amazing view of the whole area.
I am just so happy living in this picturesque area.
One of my favorite traditions on Thanksgiving is the playing of the Turkey Bowl. It is always a group of dudes that have no business playing sports with a decent chance of getting hurt, along with a few young guys that make me feel even older.
I almost didn’t go this year because I had too much cooking to do, but my wife essentially kicked me out of the house, but I’m glad she did. I didn’t know a single person there and I am definitely in more pain than before I played, but it was a good time.
It is always a good time when you get outside and exercise. It feels good to use your body and physically acknowledge how blessed you are to have a body that works. I know the day will come when I can no longer play, but for now I will continue to enjoy the pain.
It never ceases to amaze me how generous people can be. I almost wrote about this last week but I am glad I waited another week.
Last week I went disc golfing at our local course, which is the nicest course I’ve ever played and I love it, and I caught up with a group of guys playing. They let me play through since I was by myself, but then one of them decided to join me.
It turns out Doc is a professional disc golfer and he gave me a few tips and let me use some of his discs. After we were done we walked to his van and he gave me one of his discs because apparently mine are just cheap garbage.
I went out last week and seriously struggled with the new disc, though I will blame it on the wind. I went back out today and played much better, and who did I stumble across on the back nine but Doc again. He was playing with another relatively inexperienced guy just like he had with me.
We played out the rest of the round and he again walked to his van and gave me another disc. I know it is a relatively small thing, but it meant a lot to me. He did more than most just by giving tips and letting me borrow some discs, but he took it to the next level by giving me discs.
I have always found disc golfers to be friendly and generous, but Doc has really just blown me away. I hope that I have the chance to pay it forward in the future.
There has been a blanket of white on the tops of the mountains here for quite awhile, but this morning the snow actually fell on our house with more than a few flakes. I tried to take a picture but snow is not easy to photograph.
My kids were super excited, but I think I was even more excited. I just love the snow in the mountains, it makes me so happy and brings back so many great memories.
Since we were driving out of town I am glad it didn’t really stick, but I am still glad I got to see it.
I may be a little weird in this way but I really love it when it cools down. I don’t know what it is about the fall into the winter, but it just makes me happy.
The colors are nice, the snow is beautiful, and the food is great, but there really is just something about smelling the chill in the air that brings a smile to my face.
Maybe I just had lots of great memories at this time of year so I subconsciously feel happier. I did use to love playing football with my friends in the snow and I loved playing in the leaves when I was even younger.
It is just a great time of the year.
My wife took this picture this morning and I just had to share it because it is the way I get to start my day every day right now.
I have always really loved fall for so many reasons; football, World Series, snow, and last but not least the fall colors. I love watching the leaves change and seeing the new palette of colors cross the mountains.
I am now lucky enough to have the most beautiful bright red tree in my own front yard. We even have a window over the front door that allows me to see that flaming tree every morning as I head down the stairs.
It really is the perfect way to brighten the beginning of my day.