Let the Sun Shine

I needed a change of scenery yesterday.  Not for any particular reason, but just because it was sunny.  I got the vehicles registered for the year, had my hair cut, rolled in the letter we got from the bank saying the mortgage is paid in full, planned to go to Tremonton to get hankies for Bailey's Mutual thing tonight.  

As I was waiting for my hair appointment time to roll around, I thought, "It's too bad Betty is asleep and Missy is tending her grandbaby. Today would be a fun sister day."  

Just then, my bra rang. (Cell phone pocket)  Missy said, "Hey, I've got a surprise free day! Do you want to -"

"YES!"

We didn't have a whole ton of time, but we used what we had well.  Late February isn't prime photo time in our neighborhood and finding something worth taking pictures of can be tricky.

On the way back in from Tremonton, on the old road of course, I turned up to the Kotter Canyon subdivision.  It's on the very most northeast end of town, and is mostly a failed concern, but the road goes way up on the hill.  We got a few snaps that I played around with and grunged up.

I don't know if I like them or not, but I know I liked taking them.  These make our town look mighty small. The second and third ones are a treat, because we don't often get a clear view of the west mountains. They are usually shrouded in smog that comes from Ogden and Salt Lake. 

 These mountains are on the other side of our valley.  Actually, snicker snicker, we were in no-no land.  I did ask for permission to go on this property at about 1 pm. The fact that I didn't receive said permission until 5:30 shouldn't signify.  

A year-ish ago I was up here taking pictures for work, and took a long distance picture of what looked like some sort of stone kiln or cairn or some such.  Sisters and I imagined all sorts of things that it could have been used for by our pioneer ancestors or their indian landlords.  We had a lot of fun with it.

Some fantasies just don't stand up to close scrutiny. They should be left at just that: fantasies.

 There is a good chance that this is a relic of some old time period.  It is also a stone and concrete irrigation box.  That's a far cry from a pioneer kiln or indian cairn, but we take what we can get.

What we got was a super sister day out. The only thing that could have improved it would have been if Betty had been awake.