Ode to a Funnel Cake

Funnel Cake, Funnel Cake, I love you so dear.
When life goes awry, I just want you near.
I’d waited and looked for you all around town,
Until at the Days of ’47 Rodeo you were finally found.

I ate you with sugar all powdery white.
Sometimes with chocolate, but not on this night.
You make quite a mess, but I’m never surprised.
Cause seeing your goodness brings tears to my eyes.

Who knew such a simple thing like a frier with batter,
Could change my whole world, and make me get fatter?
But weight gain or not, I’d do it again,
Because when I eat funnel cakes, I can’t help but grin.

Checkmark for the Summer Bucket Book: Funnel Cakes; another Rodeo

Rafting – Day 3

Saturday morning we woke up to rain. But do you think that deterred us? Well, ok, it deterred some of us who decided to pack up and head home. But the rest of us were off to have fun. We headed down to Jackson to have a little fun. Might I add that after spending a day on the river, a night in a tent, and a morning in the rain, we all looked pretty great. Luckily, we were in Wyoming where they accept all kinds. Get ready for picture OVERLOAD!

Who wants to go to town? Yay!

I think we look a little out of place.

You can take the boy out of the city . . .

Our river rafting guides both told us that they have been asked “At what elevation do elk turn into moose?”  Obviously, Jackson is a fairly low elevation because we found this elk in town.

Jessica thought she saw Jacob Black in this wolf’s eyes.

Ken decided he wanted a “Summer Bucket Book” of his own. What’s on his list? Candy. Just candy.

The obligatory elk horn arch pic.

We took a couple of runs on the Alpine Slide.

Paul and I raced. He was way ahead of me when he decided he wanted to try riding down without his sled for a bit. It maybe wasn’t such a great idea. Victory!

Ken “happened” to have this blind man’s walking stick in his truck and pretended to be blind for the whole Alpine Slide experience. I feel bad for the next blind person who comes and asks if it’s safe and they’ll say “Yeah, we had this guy do it once. . .” It was pretty funny though.

We then headed back to camp and packed up. This was the stream by our campsite.

No fireworks? What? I don’t see a sign. C’mon, this is Wyoming! This was the first of MANY stops for photo opportunities on the way home.

Homeward bound.

Milkshakes in Driggs, ID. I think the sign said they are world famous. Sure, why not.

Let’s see, how would you market a drive in movie theater in Driggs, ID? I know! Put a flat bed truck out in front with a giant potato on it. The people will come from miles around! I guess it worked because here we are.

Quite possibly my favorite picture of the trip. Ken with a “fresh” potato in Driggs.

The fountain in Idaho Falls. It’s by Wal-Mart. All good things are by Wal-Mart.

Stopped to take a pic with the folks.

Ok, do you remember this lady from my last trip to Idaho? What happened to her clothes? I’m so confused and a little bit horrified. Is Martha’s restaurant turning into a strip joint? Blackfoot–the town that we know and love.

Fort Hall Indian Reservation provided minutes of fun. There was a little bit of a struggle to get me lifted onto the buffalo. Apparently I put on some weight on this trip (maybe it was the world famous milkshake). Seriously, I think I was laughing so hard in this pic that I almost wet my pants. Too much info? Sorry about that.

Chad, Jessica, Josh, and me on the buffalo. The look on Chad’s face kills me.

What to do when stopping by Fort Hall, ID? Well, after you ride the buffalo statue, stop by the casino. Stand out front holding a sarsaparilla that you are pretending is a beer and have the casino manager take your picture. Don’t go in though. When the manager tells you that there is a buffalo around the corner you might want to get pictures with and you say you already have, don’t offer to show him the pictures where you’re riding it.

Bathroom break.

Welcome to U. T. A. h. Nice work team. Is now a good time to vent about how much I hate Utah’s slogan “Life Elevated?” I think somebody tried to get too cutesy with it. What does it even mean? “Ski Utah” at least meant something. I got that. But “Life Elevated?” Really? I’m sorry, please try again.

There are several funny things about this picture (besides the grotesque look on my face). First, it was taken on my new camera–nice focus. Second, it was taken by the only “tech expert” in the car–nice focus. The real great part about this is that it captured the moment after Chad found my brand new phone . . . on top of my car . . . after we drove a mile . . . at 75 mph . . . on I-15 . . . where we had stopped to take pictures with the Welcome to Utah sign . . . where I opened my sunroof and put my phone on the roof . . . and forgot about it. I am really grateful that 1) I heard it bouncing around up there and realized my phone was gone; 2) Chad thought to look on the roof while the rest of us grabbed flashlights and headed out onto the freeway at night (it didn’t occur to any of us to call it and see if it lit up); and 3) that it is as heavy as a brick and had only moved a little bit.

Here we are dropping Jessica off. I guess she knocked me out and is showing off her muscles while Josh and Chad cheer. That’s mean.

Next Chad got dropped off. I think he fainted at the thought of Jessica’s muscles. We still cheered.

Next Josh went home. What? The trip is over? Sad.

And then there was one. It took us 9 hours to make the 5 hour drive. Lots of adventure. Should I put “ride a buffalo” on my bucket list? I’m already planning next year’s adventure. So much fun! Goodnight everybody.

Rafting: Day 2

Day 2 started out with most of the group meeting at Ken’s house for a gourmet breakfast. After that we packed up, left Idaho Falls behind, and headed to Jackson.
Ken, quick, pretend like you’re shorter.
We went straight to the rafting place to check in and meet the rest of our group. Two people nearly missed the bus and two others did miss the bus. Ooops. Then it was off to the put in point on the Snake River.
Our group got split up 10 and 10 into two different boats. Two words: Awe Some! My boat “rode the bull” and jumped out and swam at a couple of points along the way. (Sorry, I haven’t ponied up to buy the pics yet, so you’ll have to settle for watermarks. If you’d like to see them without watermarks, you can send your $82.50 directly to me.)
Boat #1 with Ellie as the guide

My boat, guided by James with Amberly riding the bull up front
The bus dropped us back off at the let in place and we hung out until run #2.
My boat guided by Ellie with me riding the bull in the front.
Boat #2 guided by James. Notice Jessica in the water. She didn’t die.
On our second run we stopped part way down the river and had a bbq dinner. It was pretty awesome.
On the bus ride back it became apparent that the trip had impacted each of us differently. Uh, Kendall?

After rafting we went and set up our camp and hung out by the fire. Amazing day! Amazing trip! But wait, we’re not done yet. Stay tuned for Day #3.
Check marks for the Summer Fun Bucket Book: Rafting in Jackson Hole

Rafting: Pre-Trip and Day 1

The Summer Fun Bucket Book really began with a single item on it: Rafting Trip to Jackson Hole. We’ve all seen that the list grew just a tiny bit from there, but the rafting trip has always been the much anticipated item. Last weekend I made my way to Jackson Hole, Wyoming with 21 of my friends for our whitewater adventure. We took a few pictures, so I’ll spare you and break it down into a few different posts.

The pre-meeting the Sunday before the big trip where I may or may not have given everybody an itinerary. Hey, everyone needs to be informed, right? Don’t judge me! And please, nobody sit on the blankets.
After the meeting, a few of us went geo caching. I’d never been but had just installed an application on my phone for it. There was one right by my house so we decided to check it out.
We went to leave Thursday night and ended up hanging out in the parking lot for awhile because of a little car trouble. All part of the adventure.
Thursday night we stayed at my brother Russ’s house. He has a stage in his basement so Jessica and Rebekah put on a little show for us all. Just be glad I didn’t post the video of it. I mean . . . great job guys! Thanks a ton!

This is what happens when you try to go to bed early. Rebekah, meet Ken. I believe his wrestling name is “The Flying Monkey.”

Russ also has a theater room so a lot of the group just kicked it and watched a movie. Then it was off to bed to get ready for Friday’s adventure.
Check marks for the Summer Fun Bucket Book: Geo Caching

The Adventures Continue

Any time there is a weekend this summer there are things getting checked off the Summer Fun Bucket Book. Despite the fact that things continue to be added to the list, we still are more than half way through it. Here’s what happened the weekend of July 9th:

Friday night brought miniature golf at Cherry Hill. After trailing most of the game I rallied to take a respectable second place. Really I attribute the second place finish more to the fact that my fellow golfers choked on the back 9 than to my extreme skill at the sport. But don’t get me wrong, I am EXTREMELY skilled at the sport. I can call it a sport, right?
On Saturday we hit up the Salt Lake Farmer’s Market. We wandered around for awhile and then ended up across the street eating Belgian Waffles at Bruges. I’d never been. It was delightful. My waffle of choice was the Torpedo. What? A waffle stuffed with chocolate bars and covered in whipped cream? I think I found heaven.

Saturday ended with the tri-ward super activity closing social pool party. A good time was had by all.

Check marks for the Summer Fun Bucket Book: Miniature Golf, Farmer’s Market, and Pool Time