This weekend was a fun one. We traveled all the way up to Milford, (don't worry if you don't know where it is, most people don't), so that Dusty could look at some lots by the golf course that he wants to purchase. Surprise, surprise, that wasn't the highlight of our trip. We took Megan along with us, who was gracious enough to be crammed in the backseat with Tyson and his carseat, and we wanted to eat at a Chinese place that we'd heard was good. We get there, look at the lots, and drive to the eating establishment. Which was closed. As in not ever opening up again. We stopped a man on the street and had a
wierd conversation with him. He let us know that the man who had owned the restaraunt had died in a car accident after he had had two heart attacks. Sad. Then the guy started to quiz us about what kind of eating place we would like to have in Milford (like we would
ever care) if we stopped back through. Ummmm, we don't know?
We ended up eating at "the diner", which it was in fact. It was a little run down for being the only place there that sells food, but the point of the matter is: this experience reminds me of something that would have happened on our way to Alaska, or
in Alaska actually. Strange events like this seem to follow Dusty around.
The next day, we went up to Navajo Lake with our friends Jeff and Lanae. It was bright and early. Good thing Tyson wakes us up at the crack of dawn.
Here's Dusty, hoping the fish are planning to bite.

I'm not sure how excited Tyson is to be strapped in his stroller, but for now, it's working out nicely.

Lanae, brought along her books for some quiet time.

Jeff, also hoping that we can catch something yummy.

As usual, I am not documented as being there, but I promise I was.
I had to show my fun new find. I saw this chair in a catalog made by
these guys, but actually bought it
here.Tyson thinks it's his little climbing gym. He was doing a really funny manuver with his leg in the air, but I couldn't quite catch it on film. There are lots of colors to choose from.


