Desultory Thoughts

I mentioned Clint before in a previous blog entry and now he’s writing at BonnevilleMariner.com. Since then he’s started writing for Tooele’s only newspaper, the Tooele Transcript Bulletin. You can read his debut online where he talks about a fun Saturday afternoon adventure he had with three of his children in the west desert mountains of Skull Valley.

My good friend, Clint, has begun recording his adventures in a new blog entitled “BonnevilleMariner“. The current story is one that I had the pleasure of being involved in; a noisy ride to Nevada in my oil-leaking Jeep with Clint and John. We nearly ran out of gas at least once and we were completely lost at one point. I can honestly say that that was the only time I’ve been lost and were it not for the insistence of the majority that we were finally walking up the right road, I might have been lost forever. I’ll comment more on his blog for history’s sake.

I look forward to reading more stories as they’re posted and I’m sure you’ll enjoy a lore or two if you take a moment to visit and browse. It will be more reminiscent for me seeing as how I’m Clint’s adventure buddy and have been involved in many of the adventures he’ll share. The one place he didn’t follow me was down an old, dark, long-forgotten mining tunnel. And wisely so. (Yet again, because he was there I am not still lost or now dead.) Thanks, Clint!

John posted an old video on YouTube tonight that I made a while back. It was great to see it again, I had forgotten all about it. It’s a little bit corny in that you can pretty much tell that I stretched 1 minute of video footage into 4 minutes, but it’s still an interesting look into the past. The last four minutes is a reading of the entire poem that was written by my good friend Matt when he was on his mission in Rome, Italy in 1995.

A friend at work passed an email along to me with these pictures. He said it happened at the top of Hurricane Hill on the way to Kanab, Utah.

Look at the first picture below and you can see where this guy broke through the guard rail and left the road, traveling from right to left. He flipped across the end of the culvert and landed on the left side of it.

Look at the second picture and you can see how lucky he was.

Click on the pics to see larger versions.

A family that I have the pleasure of home teaching went to Burbank, CA for a taping of “The Price Is Right” and Taralyn was “called on down”!

I compiled the highlights of her game into a 7 minute video for those of you who may have missed it. Enjoy!