Finally, I got a moment to try to catch up on this Fozzolog business.

The They Might Be Giants "event"

I have added an event to the site for the 23 July They Might Be Giants show. Lots of pictures to look at there.

The rest of the camping trip

I never really finished that journal entry. I think it started to rain a little, so I collapsed by Stowaway keyboard and put my Handspring Visor away and never returned to the journal entry again until I uploaded it to the Fozzolog.

Anyway, after we had lunch on Friday, we went for a drive in search of the Ephraim Tunnel which diverts water from the east side of the mountain range (still within Sanpete County) through a tunnel to the west side of the mountains into the Sanpete Valley near Ephraim.

My parents had happened upon the tunnel almost by accident the last time they'd been there, so they weren't really sure where it was. We searched for over an hour before running into a Forest Service employee who showed us on a map where to go.

By that point, my mom, my sister, and Maya were sick of driving around on dirt roads and didn't really care to see the damn tunnel. They took one of the vehicles and headed back to camp.

The rest of us went to the tunnel and checked it out. Pretty cool.

The Ephraim Tunnel entrance

Everyone checking out the Ephraim Tunnel entrance

My mom wasn't feeling too good Friday. The dust was causing her allergies to act up and her heart wasn't taking the high altitude very well, so my dad and she decided to head back home Friday evening.

Also on Friday -- before lunch I think -- Maya and I went out on the four-wheeler with my nephews to an "ice cave" they'd found. It was a snowbank over a deep-cut stream bed that hadn't melted. It was 2 - 3 feet thick and about 20 feet wide. The kids started chucking big rocks out onto it to see the splash of snow as the rock hit the surface. Then, I told them to go down and stand on the snow and I'd take their picture.

Maggie, Brennan, Maya and Ben on the snow bridge

My brother and I did some astronomy Friday night using a reflective telescope he'd borrowed from a friend and binoculars. At 11,000 feet up and away from all the light pollution of large cities, you can see gazillions of stars. The stars were still a little "fuzzy" because of the heat and humidity in the air, but the sheer volume of stars was breathtaking.

We headed home Saturday morning as soon as we finished breakfast and I packed up the car. We made it to Sandy before 1 p.m.

The frightful exposition

A week before Sunday, the bishop in our ward asked Christine and I if we would speak in church this Sunday. Neither of us had spoken in a Sacarament service in years. I'm not sure I've done it since I was a youth speaker in my teens. In fact, I was somewhat peeved about the fact we'd never been asked in all the wards we've been in since we were married.

I was nervous - a lot more nervous than I thought I'd be. I've done a fair amount of speaking the last few years, just not in church.

Anyway, it went well. Christine took up a lot of time and I filled the remaining time and several people complimented us afterwards. That was nice.