Ferndale (WA) to Myton (UT)

 

In November, we made one more swing across the country to spend Thanksgiving with our respective families.  I put in a couple of days with friends on the new trail at Larrabee State Park, building a flashy new stairway up a steep rock slope.  The house needed some insulating, so that got checked off the list as well.  And with Kris and her folks, we ramble-zambled out to Point Whitehorn for a pre-dinner workout on Thanksgiving Day.  I’m sure we burned off the equivalent of a jello cube in the process, perhaps even a dollop of mashed potato.  At mom’s in teeny-tiny Myton, Utah, the family celebrates Thanksgiving on Sunday, so that all our spouses can spend Turkey Day with their families.  It also means we get to play more pinochle and the big gathering every year gives us enough bodies for a family tournament.  Against all odds, even Kris agreed to play a couple of hands.  My brother and I plotted a hike next summer up Kings Peak, Utah’s highest summit, tentatively in July.