Forgotten Fest

I forgot my big camera on our annual Point of the Mountain Slope Fest this year. So only a few iPhone shots. Also, this was in April..

I was a bit late arriving because I left after classes Friday. So as I was driving down, I texted Jeff to see if they were in the air yet. The texted this back.

Brice and Ben flew Brice's old chuck glider.

Brice's 1980s vintage Sorcerer. It was pretty delicate, but is very cool.

She flew beautifully.

We launched the Vanderer into the wet, rainy sky. She always flies so gracefully.

But this time, we had a radio glitch, and lost control. She dived in from about 50 ft. I've repaired her..

Next day. Jeff with his Moth. Can you tell it was cold and rainy?

The venerable J-dub.

Jack with the even more venerable Zagi.

I finally flew the Fish for some substantial time. I like it, but still have some things to work out. For instance, on high rates, she tends to roll when looping. I think I need to replace one of the aileron servos.

At one point I think we had seven planes in the air. Look, Laura.

Jeff finally flew his Scorpion without crashing it!

Paul, taking photo, Mark, Sam, Jeff, Brice, Jack, Ben, and me. See Ben's funky Horton Ho-29?

See y'all again next year.

Happy Father's Birthday

All the kids and grandkids were in town over Fathers' Day, except Rory, who was working assiduously. On something. Unfortunately, I didn't get shots of Laura and Candace. Sometimes that happens.

Swings set up under the deck! Lily still needs pushes, but Madelyn just goes.

Baby June spent an astonishing amount of time just chilling.

Hazel Hollywood.

We put Adam's new snowboard bench out on the front porch.

Lily...

...and Madelyn getting slathered up for a hike up R mountain.

Emily with a stomach bug.

We stopped at the top for some injury pills.

Madelyn wanted to go down into the caldera to see if it was hot.

Lily picking flowers.

Another small break.

Hole in the rock.

BYU Grounds crew.

We got to see the sort of annual Rexburg air show. This is a T-6 Texan, flying the wrong way.

Pete and Hazel loved it.

Graceful arc.

Sam and Angie had nieces and nephews along.

Only in Rexburg..

Grumman Tracker. Jann says this one sounds like Queen Amidala's spaceship.

Jack and Sam with the girls.

Em and Kat Walker say hello to their old buddy Shawn Bagley. He flies the P-63 King Cobra. And sometimes the Mormon Mustang.

For my birthday, and or Fathers' Day, Jann got me a bike. Now we can take off into the wilds together. Thanks Jann.

Grand Canyon Graduate

Jann scheduled our hike at the Grand Canyon on the same weekend as high school graduation, so Adam couldn't attend. He went with us. We drove to Provo Friday and watched Solo. We drove to the the South Rim Saturday, and car caped two nights. Then, Brett, Matthew, Jill, Jann, Sam, Angie, Adam and Jack hiked rim to rim. I drove around and met them at the North Rim.

I said "Sam, go pretend like you're helping Angie."

Pancakes and sausage.

Sam and Jack played catch the disc.

Jack, looking serious.

Angie played too, occasionally. But also had a nice spectate.

We cruised around Canyon Village Sunday, seeing the sights.

We took the bus out to Hermit's Rest. It took way longer than we had imagined.

At 5:00 Monday, the hike began.

Adam was dissatisfied with his hiking clothes, but fortunately had packed extra.

See? Better far than attending graduation.

During the heat of the day, he changed back.

Bridge over the Colorado.

At the bottom, about to go through the tunnel.

They hiked past Bright Angel, and lunched at Ribbon Falls.

Jill said she was glad to get the shoes off, and cool off in the water.

In the cave.

After my four-hour drive, I hiked from the North Rim down to Manzanita, and waited there. They came after about half an hour, and Sam waxed poetical.

Brett already wants to go again next year.

Jack resting on an intermittent waterfall.

Supai Tunnel.

Adam enjoying some elk salami.

Scott met us up top. The big group went 22 miles in 13 hours, and I did about 10 on my loop.

Our feet were sore, but it was well worth it. Let's do it again.