// Color Me Mary!: October 2011

update: no new look... just messing around. skip paragraphs 1-7.

I see you're checking out my new look. (tip: click on the post title and see it all big and lovely). It's called 'magazine', which looked attractive to me and once I thought about it I knew why. Cuz I loves magazines and when I still had hopes and dreams I did aspire to work for a brilliant magazine. It seemed so glamourous. Living in the big city, wearing fashionable clothes, driving a sports car, going to plays and museums, and of course the cutest hippest apartment would have been mine.

OR I would have worked on a college newspaper like Rory, and have bantered back and forth with my cute hip mom, who would never miss a beat.

There are several problems with these scenarios. Like the fact that I'm not much of writer, though I like to think I could be, and the fact that I would've had to graduate from college, which I din't. It might have helped if I had gotten past fantasizing. A willingness to work hard, really hard, not giving up, not talking myself out of even trying.

Not to mention the ability to speak as fast I think.

Ah. How I digress. Even before I've gressed.

That fantasy still pops up now and then and that is why I now have my own fake magazine. With 3, possibly as high as 4, readers. Now if I could figure out how to have a crazy great header, like a HEADLINE, that'd be just so perfect. Blogger just can't figure out how to be totally user (the clueless kind of user) friendly. Am I supposed to be able to write CSS? Do I know what that means?

Let's gress.

This past 1/2 of a weekend Kevin, Wes, Hunter, and I saddled up the horse and buggy, aka the Chevy Silverado 4x4 and Toy Hauler, and headed on up to the Bear Lake. A lake which I've been asking to visit forEVER and which now Kevin thinks he discovered. We met Jessie and Tanner at the KOA in Garden City. The campground was basically deserted which is fortunate since I do not think that's a place I'd want to camp in when it is fully occupied. It has to be said that Tanner saved our butts that night, jumping in making our dinner before we knew it. (Not to mention breakfast the next morning).
Jake and Makaela came up and ate dinner with us. We visited, we laughed, we ate pink jello and omgosh the best pumpkin brownies ever. After Jake left, J&T and Wes and I played UNO, much too loudly, while poor Kevin tried to sleep. Times spent with my family are quite simply the greatest moments for me. I can't even put it into words. So yeah, who needs a flipping magazine career anyway?

It was dark and there was a man-eating beetle so I didn't really know much of what things looked like until the next late morning. Welp, it is gorgeous, just gorgeous. Did I take one single photo of the autumn leaves on the trees all over the rolling hills and mountains? Well, heck no. What is wrong with me!? (Too busy lusting after the cabins).

yep, the biggest, grossest, shudder-inducing, but I hadn't seen until Jake sent me this photo, water beetle.

After a very relaxed, late start to the day, we piled into the truck and drove around the lake. Which was tee-riffic except for the carsick prone among us. We finally threw Wes into the back of the truck so he'd quit his complaining. I think it worked.

Property of the Highland Hawks

What's your opinion?

I'm Free!

Possibly my most favorite photo ever.

After driving nearly all the way around, at the north end, we stopped at where I hope we camp next year. For longer than 24 hours preferably. It's called Rendezvous Campground and I type that only to show that I now know how to correctly spell rendezvous.

We pulled into a campground spot, which is connected to the little beach and spent some time. Where the majority of the photos from the trip were taken.