So Emily and I decided we wanted to go down for the weekend to Salt Lake. It has been quite some time since I had been down and it was everything I remembered; a few bad accidents on the drive down with the disappearance of any kind of snow as soon as we hit Brigham City, the ability to walk around without a parka and spending time with our wonderful families.
Okay so I may have had ulterior motives for going to Salt Lake, namely an ice fishing trip with Brad and my Dad, which for me was the highlight of my weekend...that and In & Out Burger and our dinner date with Granny! So our fishing trip started off with a call from Brad asking where I was. I think for the first time ever he was waiting on me to go, I could tell he was very excited. When we started off for the day my dad told us a story of when he took 2 year old Brad to Strawberry reservoir probably sometime in November or December before the lake froze but there was snow on the ground. One may ask themselves why somebody would take a child so young to a place that is so cold with snow on the ground. It was all because my Dad wanted another pole in the water, you can have kids fish off of your license which allows you another pole. When my dad got there he parked his white pinto with two tires on the snow and the other two on the road allowing enough room for people to get by. After unsuccessfully fishing for a couple of hours he took Brad back to the car and as soon as Brad got in he fell asleep. My Dad tried to maneuver the car out of his parking spot but ended up sliding down a hill about 50 feet before almost ending up in the lake.
At this point he was stuck and wasn't going anywhere. He was worried about how he was going to get out especially since he had Brad with him. He decided he was going to walk to the marina to see if anybody was there. He left brad in the car and left the car running so he would stay warm. He got to the marina and nobody was around there wasn't a payphone so he couldn't call for help. So he walked back, he got back to the car about 45 minutes later and Brad was still asleep.
This is where he panicked and was getting desperate, about this time he looked down the road and saw a jeep coming down it, he said he has never felt so relieved in his life. He told the driver about his situation and asked for help, the guy in the jeep said no problem drove down to where the car was, attached a chain and according to my Dad pulled them out like a sack of potatoes. My Dad tried to hand the guy a 20 but he refused, my Dad then crumpled the twenty in his hand and threw it in the car and said you better take it, you just saved my life. Moral of the story: don't drive a ford pinto. He also told us a story with the moral being never run around in dirty chones!
We had such a fun time! As always there was a lot of horsing around, my dad and I had a foot race to my pole because he was going to huck a snowball at it. We laughed a lot and it got me excited for fishing this summer.
We Took Emily's Granny out for dinner on Saturday night and it was great to hear all of her stories, she has lived such a bountiful life and she has the best stories ever. We listened to her talk about working at Hill Airforce base and how her husband decided to become a dentist. She talked about living back east for a while and moving back to Utah. She showed us a book her brother illustrated and some of the paintings he has done over his lifetime. There was one I was particularly fond of, it was a painting of two codgers down by a river, she said her brother painted it when he was twelve! She is the most active 88 year old person I have ever heard of! She is an inspiration to the whole family.
