The South Hills were greener and more beautiful than I ever remember in late June, and the usually hot weather was tempered by clouds and dusts of raindrops.
Hyrum and Evie helped and got in the way.
Hyrum rode Cheyenne one day and Quana the other. Here he is on Cheyenne, his favorite horse. Cheyenne is a wild mustang that my dad broke and trained--that's why he's got those markings just below his mane.
The boys had what Grandpa calls "rodeo experiences" this trip. While riding tied together, Cheyenne got his leg tangled in the rope, and as he tried to kick his leg free, he kicked Rango in the nose, spooking both Rango and Micah, his rider. Hyrum, although securely seated on Cheyenne, also got a little flustered. It lasted less than 30 seconds, but I'm sure the boys both thought they were goners. Grandpa quickly got the horses untangled, and we proceeded down the trail.
The next day, Micah was riding Cheyenne, who decided his thirst was much more important than doing what Micah wanted him to do, and he lumbered off toward the stream--which was in the opposite direction of the rest of us. Micah listened to Grandpa's directions, and between Micah listening and me grabbing the lead rope, we got everything back in order. These "rodeos" remind me of little experiences I had growing up, and I'm glad the boys weathered them well.
Riding and the mountains make you hungry.
They didn't even mind the kids playing so close.
Uncle Matt R was patient enough to teach Micah how to use his birthday present.
It was a good trip, and when I ask my kids what they liked the best about our camping experience with Grandpa, they say, "Everything! Except . . ." Each one of them (and I) have the same glaring except.
This picture below illustrates the only issue we had, and it was a doozy. Can't guess from this picture?
Look at Rango's tail, then look at the peanut butter jar below.
Don't think they could be that bad? Look at my dad's head. I count eight (look closely; they're almost the same color as his hair)--and there's another blurry winged pest headed his direction on the left.
We had planned to stay a night or two longer, but I needed to head back down to civilization in order to FaceTime Brad and Lily before they left the country.
(What? I forgot to mention that Brad and Lily are on the trip of a lifetime to Dubai, India, and Pakistan? Oh, yeah. They are. After an extended layover in Dubai, they are working in an orphanage and a leper colony in India and then headed across the border to visit a friend in Pakistan. You can check what they're up to on Brad's travel blog, here.)
Micah got a little too close to an oozing pine tree which shared some its sap with him while camping. The sap ruined one of his shirts and embedded itself in his hair--only solution was to cut it out.
Washing the hair off. He can't stand to have hair on him after a haircut. Didn't care that the hose was freezing--at least the offending hair was gone.
Best part of coming down from the mountains early was that we squeezed in a couple more games with Grandma. Any time she can find someone to play a game, Grandma is happy.
I have lived in Arizona much longer than I ever lived in Idaho, but no matter how long I'm gone, I still consider the Magic Valley of southern Idaho to be home.