Let me explain. Lauren was talking about and EFY group name yesterday and it seemed to fit. "Blessed are the feet upon the mountain..." is some scripture in the Bible and Book of Mormon. It fit considering we all walked up and down a mountain and felt as though we were in need of some blessings. We had picked up Lauren from EFY and decided to have breakfast in the park, drive to big Bear, hike it, window shop, and go to LA to see grandparents. Well, it didn't all work out. Breakfast in the park was wonderful, but as we drove up the mountain, the car died without any warning (9:12 am). Dad and I hiked 45 min down to get cell service while everyone else waited. Finally 3 hrs later the tow shows up and we separate (Dad with the car, us to the rest stop. 12:20 pm). There the girls waited with NO communication until 6:30 when Dad and Grandpa showed up. Don't forget we didn't have enough water, food, there was a threatening thunder storm, and a wild fire down the mountain. What a bunch of fun. NOT!!!!
The GREAT and relaxing breakfast. It happened to be the best part of the day. This was my favorite picture of the morning.
We all had a really good time at the park. The jungle gym was 3 levels high and we couldn't help but have a family exploration of it. Della and I really enjoyed the bike and side-car (but I did need help to get out of the seat).
The car being loaded up as we begin our day of hot solitude. Little did we know we wouldn't see one another for another 7 hours. And dad was happy to finally lose the dirty rag from the side of the road and trade it for his hat.
The LONG walk from the car to the rest stop. Lucky for everyone else it was only a mile walk, while dad and I did 5 miles treking up and down the mountain.
The BEAUTIFUL view of the creek. The entire area was like this if not better.
Our little spot to put our feet in the cool creek, and ignore the thunderstorm that threatened to destroy all life.
This is how we spent 4 of the 6 hours at the park. Exciting stuff huh?
Let me explain. Lauren was talking about and EFY group name yesterday and it seemed to fit. "Blessed are the feet upon the mountain..." is some scripture in the Bible and Book of Mormon. It fit considering we all walked up and down a mountain and felt as though we were in need of some blessings. We had picked up Lauren from EFY and decided to have breakfast in the park, drive to big Bear, hike it, window shop, and go to LA to see grandparents. Well, it didn't all work out. Breakfast in the park was wonderful, but as we drove up the mountain, the car died without any warning (9:12 am). Dad and I hiked 45 min down to get cell service while everyone else waited. Finally 3 hrs later the tow shows up and we separate (Dad with the car, us to the rest stop. 12:20 pm). There the girls waited with NO communication until 6:30 when Dad and Grandpa showed up. Don't forget we didn't have enough water, food, there was a threatening thunder storm, and a wild fire down the mountain. What a bunch of fun. NOT!!!!
The GREAT and relaxing breakfast. It happened to be the best part of the day. This was my favorite picture of the morning.
We all had a really good time at the park. The jungle gym was 3 levels high and we couldn't help but have a family exploration of it. Della and I really enjoyed the bike and side-car (but I did need help to get out of the seat).
The car being loaded up as we begin our day of hot solitude. Little did we know we wouldn't see one another for another 7 hours. And dad was happy to finally lose the dirty rag from the side of the road and trade it for his hat.
The LONG walk from the car to the rest stop. Lucky for everyone else it was only a mile walk, while dad and I did 5 miles treking up and down the mountain.
The BEAUTIFUL view of the creek. The entire area was like this if not better.
Our little spot to put our feet in the cool creek, and ignore the thunderstorm that threatened to destroy all life.
This is how we spent 4 of the 6 hours at the park. Exciting stuff huh?
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