I did it…..sort of… and country roots rise again!

In keeping with the “theme” of my last few posts, about getting out in the fresh air (in an open, moving vehicle) and belting out familiar tunes from my youth, I made a feeble attempt this last weekend to fulfill that desire.

My sister Linda and I drove to Preston to visit our Aunt Mardene  who was recovering from cataract surgery (and our sister Diane).  Mardene lives alone, but is such a determined and independent person.  She needed a little help putting all the eye drops in, but other than that she was doing great.

We decided to take her for a country ride.  It is sort of a tradition in our family to drive around Cache Valley and look at all the pretty places.  We drool over some of the hidden farms nestled against the hills and always fall madly in love with any aging barn.  If the farm has a white fence around it we can’t get enough of it.

We headed a few miles east to the “town” of Franklin, located right on the Utah-Idaho border.   (In our world, a small community is called a town and a creek is called a river.)  Franklin was the very first settlement in Idaho and you can see the 1860 on the mountain.  The town is also famous for La Tienda, the service station/restaurant/convenience store that sells lottery tickets (to all the Utah people).

This is the little mountain we climbed every Easter along with all our cousins.  We would hike up to the cave at the top and then roll our Easter eggs down the mountain.

(That could have been a lot of deviled eggs instead!)

 

This lovely place is for sale!

Wouldn’t it be a nice spot to live?

However, this one is more in my budget!

Don’t you love the variety of the scenery?

 

Here are a few more shots.

 

It is kind of a sad scenario that instead of a riding in an open Mustang convertible we had to settle for an old mini van with the door wide open, but Linda did a good job hanging out to take pictures.

We might or might not have sung any Beetles songs.

Still, it was a good day!

JoAnn