My uncle Blaine accomplished things most of us only dream about.
Although some were firmly in the grey area, most were just about having fun.
He and several friends decided looking up old girlfriends might be the way to spend a few early spring days. Only one of these men had ever been married — he’d lost his wife and three good horses to a schoolteacher in Heber, Utah.
So, my uncle Logan thought Heber would be the best place to start. You know, having your ex-wife spot some giggling little darlin’ hanging off your arm would seem like justice served.
From Heber, the plan was simple: cross the valley to Park City, staying out of sight of my grandmother. Take the old road to Ogden, Utah, then over the hill to the Causey Reservoir and into Diamondville, Wyo.
This whole escapade, including the extended stop in Wyoming, went better than anyone expected, but it was time to go home.
No one wanted to retrace their route, so they voted and drove the old wagon trail past Elizabeth Mountain, Utah, and on over to Kamas, where they rested and bought some more moonshine.
After leaving Kamas, the co-pilot didn’t notice they’d taken the road to Stockmore instead of causally turning right at Francis. Well, now they had to go onto Fruitland, Utah, for gas and then down Daniels Canyon for home.
Even this change in plans wasn’t all that upsetting until the unnamed driver took it upon himself to make a road through the Smith Ranch hay pasture.
Uncle Blaine swears if the unnamed driver would have shut off the headlights and kept his big foot off the break pedal, Sheriff McKay would have had no reason to stop them.
As life will have it, Sheriff McKay was an elder of the Mormon Church and an old classmate of Grandma.
When Grandma heard of the “incident,” she asked elder McKay “to please feed them a good dinner, as there was plenty of work needed doing in the valley.”
We have received some good sponsorship for the fishing contest, although more is always welcome.
This year, in honor of my beloved Jane, a Big “C” survivor, I’m going to walk the entire Relay for Life nonstop.
So, when I show up asking for donations, I’d appreciate anything you can give, except excuses.
Hey you be careful out there, and stay to the light.
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