My purpose of this post is to catch up on my blog. I have no ill intentions of making my dad homesick! Maybe it would be best if you didn't look at these pictures Daddy-o :)
September and October are my very favorite months to be in the back country. I love everything about it. I love the colors, the smells, the crisp air, etc. etc. etc. It is just heaven to me.
We didn't get to go on many rides with dad this summer. We have both had crazy schedules this summer, and we both missed out on one of our treasured experiences together. However, we did get this ride in. We brought him to our neck of the woods (the Utah side), instead of his neck of the woods (the Idaho side) of the same mountain range. Really, it doesn't matter where you go, it is just all heavenly (did I mention that already???!)
If we can manage to find a good mud hole or two - we know it's been a great riding day.
Brayden
Later in October we went camping and riding at Willow Flats. Hardly anyone there that time of the year. It is just so..........heavenly. (Seriously, I can't think of another word to describe what it's like - LOVE IT!)
I got to scratch something big off my bucket list. It was hunting with my dad and cousins. I have always wanted to go, and this was my year. Of course, my scratching it off my list only means that I scratched it for the first time. Not the second...third...fourth...etc times. I had so much fun on this adventure, that I can't wait to go again, if all those boys will let me again! :) They all tell me that this was the best weather year they had had in a long time. So maybe in all the snow and cold, I wouldn't love it as much. But this time, I loved it A LOT!
On our way to the "secret spot"
My nephew Nathan
I loved getting to experience this with the next generation of "Moser Men"- Brayden and Nathan.
Brayden with an old hunting hat he found in Grandpas barn when he was helping to clean it out. Who knows who it belonged to at one time, but it's seen a lot of hunting days for sure.
According to tradition, there has to be sardines and oysters.
Not so sure what I think of that tradition, but if that's what it takes to be a "man", then those boys can have their sardines and oysters. I'll stick with tuna!
Cousin Lyndon
Lyndon, Dirk and Dave
My dad, My brother Shawn, my nephew Nathan, Brayden and me. See that gun I'm holding? If truth be told, that's the only time I touched it was to pose for the picture!
The boys laying on the rock, overlooking the mountain below - looking for the "prize" deer.
Dad with my big "brother" David. He's not really my brother, he's my cousin. But dad loves him like a son, and I love him like a brother.
I found me a cozy spot to take a nap. It was....yep, you guessed it - heavenly!
Yes, traditions can be a little awkward at times! But apparently, this special secret rock known as "Moser Rock", has a certain spot where many Moser Mens lips have kissed it. Don't wanna know how that tradition began, but my lips have now joined the generations of slobber on the corner of that rock!
David and Dad sharing a special moment!! ha ha
Until next year "Moser Rock". I think this rock deserves it's own anthem to be sung to it each year. I think past Moser generations would roll over in their graves (with laughter) if they heard this group singing to their rock!
Me and David.
He has been through many trials the last several years. And he just keeps on fighting. I admire him and respect him for his strength and courage. He is a good man with a kind heart. I'm so grateful that we finally got to go to the rock together.
Dirk with the Dutch Oven Taters. Mmmmmm!!
