October

I guess we weren't busy enough with midterms because we've managed to pack in a number of events and projects so far this month. To start with, Peter spent the first weekend in October at the Society of American Foresters convention in Orlando, FL. The main goal was to try and find a permanent job, but unfortunately he hasn't heard back on any of the interviews he did. I guess the market for forestry jobs is tighter than we thought. At least while he was down there he got to visit his uncle Michael and aunt Lisa and their three kids. He came home and told me that that was the best part of his whole trip to Florida. He may not have come back with a job, but he did come back with some fun stories. One worth sharing occurred when he happened to pass the Geico booth at the convention. Geico is one of the big companies that sponsors the SAF convention, and last year they gave the winners of the Quiz Bowl Geico toasters (because toasters are cool, right?). Utah State won last year so Peter came home with a lovely toaster that cooks the outline of the Geico gecko into your toast. Well, when Peter strolled past the Geico booth this year he heard some laughter directed towards him, so he decided to check it out. They explained why they were laughing and held up a bobblehead of a Geico caveman from their commercials. I have to admit...the resemblance is uncanny.They gave him one for free in exchange for a picture of him holding the bobblehead. I laughed my butt off when he produced the bobblehead and told me the story.

This Saturday Peter and I worked on another fund-raising project for the Forestry Club. We spent the entire day out at Deseret Land and Livestock doing stand exams. We basically looked at trees all day. We broke off into teams and I of course got paired up with Peter. We walked around the woods and recorded data of tree species, diameter, height, etc . The tough part of the project was that our plots were located on the north slope of a mountainside. I spent most of my energy trying to stay upright and not tumble down the mountain. There was also a good 4-6 inches of snow on the ground which made for even more treacherous footing. I'm not well known for my balance or coordination so you can understand how I might have stumbled a time or two...or dozen. It was pretty cold, too. If I wasn't moving, I was freezing. I did have fun learning more about what Peter does at work, although he normally doesn't have snow to contend with. I also enjoyed looking for animal tracks in the snow. I found deer, elk, and moose as well as snowshoe hare, and some canid track that looked too big to be a fox or coyote. Unless some hunter's dog got lost it could have been a wolf. We were relatively close to the Wyoming border and there have been reports of wolf packs crossing the border recently. I'm no expert on animal tracks so I can't say for sure, but the thought is kind of exciting.

So to recap, Peter got to go to Florida and I learned about stand exams...and that I'm married to a caveman, which is something I've suspected for years. :)

Goodbye Summer

Our awesome bonfire!

The autumnal equinox is tomorrow, so what do you do to celebrate the last weekend of summer? Why, go camping of course!

The Forestry Club at Utah State had a fund-raising project lined up with the USU Outdoor Recreation Center this weekend. We had to backpack into the Blind Hollow Yurt on Friday and help split and move firewood to be used for the winter. It was about a 3 1/2 mile hike in, which is not a challenging hike by any means, but I was breaking in my new internal-frame backpack so I was pretty pooped by the time we got to the yurt. The hike was beautiful, though! The leaves on the trees are just starting to turn and we hiked along some beautiful ridges that looked out upon the Mount Naomi Wilderness. I am so lucky to always be near a national forest no matter what time of the year.

We got to the yurt around 5:00 p.m. and spent the daylight hours working on our project. The rest of the evening was spent eating and just kicking it in the yurt with the other members of the forestry club. It was a blast! The next day Peter and I had to leave early so that we would have time to hike out and then drive to Bear River in the Uintas where we were meeting our two friends, Nick and Kelly, to do even more hiking and backpacking.

I have noticed a trend in the hikes that I go on with Kelly. They usually end up with us getting caught in some big rainstorm. This time, however, we came prepared with rain gear. We took the East Fork of the Bear River trail that leads up to Allsop Lake in the High Uinta Wilderness. It's a nice level trail, and not very technical. We were hoping to get to Allsop, but the weather prevented us from attempting a higher elevation. I was also pretty pooped from already having hiked that day. So, about four miles into the hike we broke camp and set ourselves up for the night. As we moved about putting up tents and gathering firewood we could hear elk bugling to each other in the distance. I love to hear elk. They make such an eerie, otherworldy sound.

Because it had been raining off and on that day, it somewhat inhibited our efforts to make a fire, but not for long. By the time night fell we had a raging bonfire going, despite the rain. A group of people on horseback passed our camp who looked pretty drenched, and we offered to share our fire with them, but they were in a hurry to get off the mountain and declined our offer. If I had been them, though, I totally would have stopped. Our fire was awesome.

After eating dinner and "chewing the fat" for a few hours, we called it a night and climbed into our sleeping bags. I was exhausted so it didn't take me long to drift off to Dream Land, but I hadn't been asleep long when I was awakened by a rumbling crash and the sound of rain pelting the roof of my tent. I laid awake for a while counting the time between flashes of light and the loud cracks of thunder that followed them. I was a little nervous being out in a thunderstorm since we had never tested our tent's waterproof capabilites before, but it held up like a champ. It rained hard all night long but we stayed warm and dry. Thankfully the rain stopped right as soon as we got up and broke camp, and it remained clear throughout the rest of our hike out.

I didn't get to see much wildlife on this hike which is something I always hope to see when I'm out in the woods, but we did see a lot of deer and moose tracks, a few squirrels, and I even spotted a bald eagle. It was interesting to see the effects of the fire that had desimated that area seven years ago. The bones of old dead pine stood all around, but they were surrounded by hundreds of little baby aspen no more than a yard or two tall. In a few years it will be a huge aspen grove, and you will hardly be able to tell that a fire had destroyed that area not too long ago. I love how Mother Nature works like that. Today I'm feeling pretty stiff and sore from all of the hiking, but it was a lot of fun and it was great to see Nick and Kelly again. I'm glad they have remained our friends even after work ended this summer.

So I wish you all a very happy autumn! Now, get out there and enjoy those fall colors! They won't last long!

Back in the Saddle Again

Let's see here...what's been goin' on recently. Hmm...well, Peter and I officially moved back to Logan on the 17th. I say officially because there was a lot of back and forth for a while. It's nice to be home. I love the Uinta-Wasatch-Cache National Forest and I miss living and working there, but...Logan is where I keep all my stuff, you know? That very same day my sister, Sarah, gave birth to her baby girl, Ella. She's a beautiful, healthy, blonde baby and I'm so happy she's come into our family!

Me holding little Ella.
They made me wear a mask because of the Piggy Flu.

That's niece #2 for me. Number 3 is awaiting her grand entrance in the next few weeks. I'm so excited!

Then on the 19th we packed our bags and headed to California! Our ultimate goal was Anaheim, but we took a little detour and went to the Stanislaus National Forest and Calaveras Big Trees State Park. We camped overnight in Stanislaus with intentions to get up early and drive for 30 minutes or so to get to Calaveras...

My fabulous, new backpacking tent!

However, we had a little road block....

Stupid trucker...

Stupid, weak tow truck.

A trucker tried to go up a twisty, narrow mountain road in the middle of the night only to discover that his semi was too big for the road. He failed to notice the "Vehicles longer than 25' not advised" signs along the way. So he got stuck and tried to back down the road, but only managed to get himself even more stuck. We were stalled in traffic for nearly four hours because the first tow truck they called couldn't pull him out so they had to call in an even bigger one, but it had to come from South Tahoe. It was really inconvenient, but we got to meet some interesting people while we were waiting for the road to open up.

The picture is a little funny because
I put it together using 3 different photos.
If you look closely you can see Peter
standing at the base of the Sequoia.

After we finally got to Calaveras, I got to see my first Sequoiadendron giganteum, or Giant Sequoia. It was amazing. Pictures don't do those trees justice. They're huge! It was very awe inspiring to stand at the base of one and just gaze up and up and up.

After our little excursion to the woods, we headed to Anaheim for BlizzCon. Yes. I am just that nerdy. For all of you non-gamers out there, BlizzCon is the annual convention Blizzard Entertainment has for their products Starcraft, Diablo, and World of Warcraft. Peter, myself, and my little brother, Jacob, were all lucky enough to score tickets. So we spent a few fun-filled days hanging out at the convention, getting sneak peeks at upcoming releases and expansions of WoW, and best of all hanging out with some of the members of our guild on WoW. I don't think I would actually make the trip just for the convention. It's really the people that we go to see. Peter and I have been in the same guild or at least in a guild with the same people for about 4 years or so. They've become cherished friends and we really enjoyed spending time with them outside of the game. I realize a lot of people may think this is weird or geeky, but I don't care. I have met some truly awesome people through the game that I never would have gotten to know otherwise.

From left to right: Kevin, Jaime, Jack, Jacob, and Peter.

Our guild leaders Gary, and Kim,
as well as Kevin our fabulous French Canadian!

All the members who came to represent our guild,
enjoying the last night of the convention.

After the convention we blitzed back home on Sunday so that we could be home in time for our first classes of fall semester that started on Monday. Not only is Peter starting the final year of his undergraduate work, but I went back to school as well. I haven't been in college since 2002 and it's weird to be back in school again. It's also very exciting! Most of my classes are boring like my biology course, but for fun this semester I am taking an intro to Shakespeare course that I think is going to be a blast! I'm totally going to own this semester.

The downside to being back in school is that this may be the only year I am at USU. After Peter graduates he's going to be looking for a permanent position with the Forest Service, and we have no clue where in the world that will take us. Hopefully I will be able to finish my degree at another university, but it's just frustrating to not be able to make any kind of longterm plan. I guess this is what I get for putting off school for so long.

So wish me and Peter luck! It's going to be a really busy year, and it's going to take a lot of work, but I think it's going to be filled with a lot of exciting things as well. Like Peter finally getting his bachelors and hopefully getting a permanent job! Which means I may finally get the puppy I have been waiting 6 years for! Yay!

The Narrows

So, I was supposed to do the Narrows in Zion National Park the first weekend in August...but I didn't get to go. Apparently my body decided it would be an awesome time to relapse. I developed a sore throat and my pink eye came back. I was very unhappy to say the least.

I was supposed to meet my husband and two of our friends, Nick and Kelly, down in St. George Friday July 31st (they had to go down early to secure an overnight camping permit), but before I got very far I noticed my left eye was looking really red and it was oozing greenish fluid. Yeah...it's pretty gross. Unfortunately it began to fog up my contact and I couldn't see well enough to drive, so I had to turn around and go home. I can't even begin to describe how angry and frustrated I was. I had to cancel my Yellowstone trip and now my Narrows trip because of one ailment or another. I was not happy, in fact I pretty much hit my breaking point. I was tired of being sick, and tired of being held back because of it.

So I spent that weekend sulking instead of doing the Narrows. Not exactly what I had originally planned, but maybe next year I'll have another chance to go. At least Peter, Nick, and Kelly had a good time.

The first day of their trip they got their camping permit and then hiked Angel's Landing. Kelly was a champ and hiked all the way to the top even though she's deathly afraid of heights.

Angel's Landing

Nick, Kelly, and Peter

Kelly hiking to the top

Peter and Kelly

Nick, King of the Mountain

The next two days were spent going down the Narrows. I wish I could tell you more about what it was like, but I didn't get to experience it first hand. Peter tells me it was pretty awesome though...and I'm still just a little bitter about it.

Don't they look like they had a great time? I really wish I could have been there. Especially now that the summer is over and I won't get to see Nick or Kelly very often anymore. They're a lot of fun and I'm glad I got to know them over the summer.

Now I need to go do something else for a while to take my mind off of the Narrows before my bitterness starts to fester...like start unpacking all my stuff back into my apartment in Logan. Joy.

Amethyst Lake

Being confined to my house because of Swine Flu for a whole week was not fun. By the time my quarantine was up I had such bad cabin fever that I just wanted out. I didn’t care where I went; I just wanted to be out of there. So when Peter and his coworker Kelly decided to hike to Amethyst Lake on July 26th, I decided to tag along. I thought it would be a good way to gage how well I was and how much energy I had regained after being so sick. So, merrily I joined Kelly and Peter for what I thought would be no more than a four hour hike. Well, I misjudged the distance and most especially, my capabilities.

The hike started out pleasant enough. It was fairly level and we passed many beautiful meadows and streams. About a third of the way into the hike we came upon a very pretty waterfall in Ostler Fork.

The pretty little waterfall.

Peter and me.

The day was sunny and warm and I was elated to be out and doing something active after having spent most of a week in bed. Shortly after the little waterfall the trail got a little more technical. It went from level to practically straight up. After a couple miles of this I was pretty pooped, but I wasn’t ready to give in and call defeat just yet.

Well, things only went downhill (figuratively speaking) from there. We got caught in a small rainstorm and had to seek shelter under some pine trees. Kelly was about ready to call it quits at this point, but I thought we must be close to the lake and so we should press on. Later, I wanted to eat my words. A little damp from the storm, we soldiered on.

“The lake is just over this next ridge. I swear!”

A couple of miles later, including more elevation gain, we made it to the lake. We were tired and sore at this point, but we did it!

Kelly and Peter are both so happy to have made it!

Amethyst Lake with part of the ridge line going up to Ostler Peak.

Peter and me at Amethyst Lake.

Pretty little stream feeding the lake.

These wildflowers were all over the meadow.

Our joy was short lived, however, when we noticed the ominous looking clouds that were rolling in. The thing about the Uintas, which we should have known better about, is how quickly the weather can change. In the morning it can be beautiful and sunny without a cloud in the sky, but by mid-afternoon it can be dark and stormy, and the temperature can drop significantly. We decided it would be best if we didn’t stay very long at the lake. Just long enough to take some pictures, and maybe we could make it out of there before those clouds opened up. It had taken us four hours to hike to the lake, but hopefully it would take us half that time to get down since it was all downhill.

Peter and Kelly heading back down the trail.

Our impending doom.

We didn’t get too far before it started to rain. And boy did it rain. It was pointless to try and huddle under a tree, besides it was dangerous. We had lightning going off overhead, and at times it seemed terrifyingly close. So we kept moving. Then the rain turned into hail, and not just slushy hail, but big pelting hail that stung whenever it hit you. It was awful, and none of us had come prepared to deal with wet weather. Soaked to the bone and shivering we plod along. We didn’t dare stop for fear of hypothermia setting in.

Aside from being drenched and cold, my legs were bothering me. They had started to ache by the time we got to the lake, but now they felt like dead weights. I had underestimated how weak I still was. It took all of my focus and energy just to put one foot in front of the other. The entire time I kept thinking, you have no one to blame but yourself for this. Kelly was completely miserable, too. She was freezing and suffering a little from altitude sickness. All she wanted to do was keep going at a very fast pace to try and get warm, but it was all I could do to just shuffle along the trail, and I quickly fell behind. Peter looked panicked. He was torn between protecting two women who were in dire straits: one being his work superior and the other being his wife. I obviously won out, and he stayed by my side, helping me to get over rocks and mud puddles, but I know he felt badly for Kelly, and so did I. We were all miserable.

Finally, the sun came back out and lifted our spirits, making the last two miles of the hike much more pleasant. We started to dry off and warm up. I was still completely worn out, though. It took everything I had just to keep moving. By the time we got back to the car I was about ready to collapse, but I made it! We were all still alive, and we had made it out before the sun had gone down! In celebration we drove into town to get some dinner and we gorged ourselves on fatty, fried food. We figured our bodies could handle it after having burnt up so many calories on the hike. After sitting down and taking a good look at our map we figured the hike had been a little over 12 miles, round trip, with an elevation gain of 2,000 feet. Certainly more than what I should have tried to do. Sure, it was stupid of me, but I felt a great sense of accomplishment that not even Swine Flu could stop me for too long. I had bitten off more than I could chew, but I lived with only a few stiff muscles to remind me of my foolishness.

The Piggy Flu

Last week, Peter and I spent a few days in the lovely little town of Midway, UT at the Homestead Resort along with Peter’s family on his father’s side. All of his immediate family was there, except for his eldest brother who had to work, as well as his cousins, aunts and uncles, and grandparents. We all had a wonderful time and a lot of fond memories were created. I enjoyed every minute of it up until the day I woke up with an infected eye. From past experience I figured it to be conjunctivitis, or pink eye, as it is more commonly called. I had to throw out my contacts and I didn’t have my glasses with me so I had to spend the rest of the reunion practically blind. It was frustrating, but I wasn’t going to let it spoil my fun. The next day however, was worse. The infection had spread to my other eye, and I was running a fever. I had spent the entire previous night tossing and turning and moaning in pain because my entire body hurt. I didn’t get a wink of sleep, and I don’t think Peter got much more than I did. I remember that night as being one of the longest nights of my life. At this point I figured I had finally come down with the flu that my husband had had about a week ago. So, while I lay wallowing in misery on the bed, Peter packed up all of our belongings and we made a hasty retreat from the reunion. I felt bad because Peter hadn’t seen some of his extended family in several years, and I was dragging him away, but that day was practically the end of the family reunion anyway.
Once we got home I crawled back into bed and spent the rest of the day there. I had called into work the day before and had my shift on Saturday covered because I didn’t want to gross people out with my infected eyes (plus it’s really contagious). Sunday and Monday are my normal days off, so I figured I had a couple of days to get plenty of rest so I could be better enough to go back to work on Tuesday. Well, Sunday I woke up and I still felt like I had been beaten within an inch of my life. Plus I had a new symptom: a very, very sore throat. My throat felt like it was on fire and every time I swallowed it felt like I was swallowing shards of broken glass. When I discovered blisters on the back of my throat I suspected I didn’t have the flu but Strep. By midday Sunday I was completely miserable. I was in a lot of pain and I was still running a fever. I was burning up and yet I felt like the temperature in my house was 30 degrees. Plus I had completely lost my voice at this point, too. I wanted to curl up into a ball and die. So, in tears because of the pain I told (or whispered rather, since I couldn’t speak very well) Peter I wanted to see a doctor. This posed a couple of problems, however. First of all, we don’t have insurance. Second, the nearest town was Evanston, WY and they don’t have an Instacare or some other kind of clinic, only a hospital and emergency room. We also don’t hold a lot of faith with the doctors in Evanston, either. So Peter packed me into the Jeep and drove me two hours to Logan and the Instacare there. I spent most of the car ride curled up in the fetal position shivering even though we had no air conditioning in the car. That was a horribly long car ride. Those two hours seemed to stretch on forever.
Finally we made it to Logan and the doctor’s office. We signed in and I donned one of those lovely masks that made me think of photos I’d seen of Michael Jackson (may he rest in peace) visiting a foreign country…or maybe he was just having a bad nose day. Any ways, I finally got in to see a doctor and he took one look at me, asked me a few questions and then fled the room. Peter turned to me and said, “You scared him off!” He came back a few seconds later wearing his own mask. He went through a series of questions, looked at my eyes, ears, throat, etc. The usual doctor poking and prodding. Then he took a culture from my throat and my nose. A few minutes later he came back with the lab results: I had Strep just like I suspected, but I also had Swine Flu and my conjunctivitis was viral and not bacterial. Most likely a side effect of the Swine Flu. So he sent me on my merry way with a prescription of Tamiflu, an antibiotic for the Strep, and a narcotic-based cough syrup to help me sleep at night, as well as instructions to quarantine myself for about one week. The worst part of all is not that I was sick but the fact that before I had any idea I was ill I had been with Peter’s entire family. The time you are most contagious is the day before you start developing symptoms. I had no idea that while I was having a grand ol’ time and hugging every single member of Peter’s extended family I was subjecting them all to a big dose of Swine Flu. Worst of all I exposed several of his cousins who are under the age of 5 to it, as well as his pregnant sister, and his grandparents. It still makes me cringe just thinking about it. Worst possible time ever to have Swine Flu. I had no idea, though. I had no reason to even suspect Swine Flu. Peter had been sick the week before and it had wiped him out for a few days, but he was practically over it by the time the reunion came along. We figured he had caught the flu from his coworker who had had it a week before him. She had actually gone to see a doctor about it too, but they told her it wasn’t the Swine Flu, just the normal flu. Well, the doctor in Evanston didn’t even bother to do a culture and just gave her a prescription for high-strength Ibuprofen for the body aches. So once Peter and I found out what was ailing me, we made a few phone calls to spread the news and warn family that they had been exposed to “the piggy flu” as Peter and I like to call it.
So, a week later I’m now finally feeling a little more like my normal self. For a while there, I wanted to die, though. I have never felt more miserable in my life. I think it hit me so hard because my body was battling two very different infections. At least I survived it, though. I’m so happy to be back at work and interacting with people again. I love Peter and I appreciate everything he did for me while I was sick, but he was gone at work every day and I had nothing to entertain myself with while he was gone but books, and although I love to read it gets old after a few days. It was incredibly boring. We also had to reschedule our trip to Yellowstone because I was sick. I swear I’m never going to get to Yellowstone. Every time I’ve tried, something has come up. We’re going to shoot again in September for our Anniversary, but I won’t hold my breath.
I’m just glad that I was exposed to Swine Flu now instead of in the fall or winter during the normal flu season. It’s frustrating to deal with, and I felt awful having people cover for me at work. I feel like I’ve been a burden, but at least with this job I have sick leave so I don’t just have to eat it if I’m sick. Plus if I had gotten sick in the fall I would have missed work and school and it would have been a lot worse. So I’m counting my blessings that if I had to get sick, at least I got sick at a time when I could afford the trip to the doctor, and the time off.
But seriously…Swine Flu sucks.

It Just Keeps On Coming...

I just can't seem to escape dealing with crazy situations at the ranger station. Peter says I'm a magnet for them.

Two Saturdays ago I had just gotten home from a long day at the "office" when there was knock at my door. I figured it was one of the other seasonal employees popping by to say hi or give us a message, but instead there was a young man who I did not recognize. He introduced himself and told me he had been fishing at Butterfly Lake when he found an older man in the parking area who seemed to be suffering from dementia. The older man, who I hadn't noticed until this point, walked around from behind my Jeep and said, "I don't know where I am or how I got here." His voice kind of trembled as he said this. He was obviously upset, and with good reason. I would be, too. So I asked him if he knew who he was and where he lived. He remembered the former but not the latter. After explaining the situation to Peter (who joined me later at the ranger station due to the fact that he was taking a shower when the men showed up at my house), I took them both down to the ranger station to see what we could figure out. I listened again to what the younger gentleman told me and got his name and contact information, then I started again to try and get some kind of information from the older man. He honestly could not remember a thing about how he had gotten there or why. Luckily he had his cell phone with him. You don't get service up in the forest, but he had contact information in there. So after speaking with the man who I will refer to as "Bob", we called his ex-wife. She informed me that his brother had picked him up and taken him fishing that day. So our next question was, where was the brother? The ex-wife gave us the make/model/color of the vehicle the brother was driving and I then called our local law enforcement officer (LEO). I've had to call him a few times already this summer and his exact reaction on the phone when I introduced myself was, "*sigh* What is it now?" I laughed because I knew he was mostly joking...mostly. I explained the situation and he told me he would be there in about 45 minutes. So Peter and I (the younger man had left at this point) spent the next hour babysitting this man who was obviously not all there mentally. He had some pretty crazy stories though. He could remember his past pretty well, it was just the present that was full of holes. He told us about how he used to work in TV and radio and used to be incredibly successful (until of course his brain turned into Swiss cheese). He was apparently big into the drug scene back in the 60s (which explains a lot). He did everything from acid and pot to peyote. He also used to hang out a lot in the Haight-Ashbury district in San Francisco back in its hippie hay-day. He told us lots of colorful stories about the women he had dated in his life, too.

Occasionally, throughout the evening he would stop mid-sentence and say, "Where am I? How did I get here? Am I in trouble? Am I in the mountains?!" We would have to explain again what the situation was, and that he wasn't in trouble and that we were trying to get him help. At one point he put his head in his hands and started to cry. It was really hard to watch and rather heartbreaking. I hope I never lose my mental faculties like that. There was a rather amusing point in the evening when he asked me and Peter if we were "going together". I told him we were married and he promptly shook Peter's hand and congratulated him on having such a pretty wife. That made my night. Although 20 minutes later he asked the same question and congratulated Peter again.

Finally our police officer arrived and started asking "Bob" all kinds of questions. He started checking a briefcase that "Bob" had brought with him looking for any prescription drugs that he might need to take. Instead he found a couple of ounces of marijuana. Peter and I had actually discovered it earlier, and would have informed the LEO about it if he hadn't found it. "Bob" was distraught over being caught with weed, but I highly doubt they would press any charges against a man who probably couldn't even remember buying the drug. Finally "Bob" was taken away back to his home in Salt Lake. It was 9:30 p.m. at this point and Peter and I were exhausted, but for the next few days we couldn't stop laughing about the whole thing.

In other news, I had an injured Great Horned Owl in the basement of the ranger station for a day. Some campers found it and brought it in. It had somehow broken its wing, so we had to look after it for a while until our wildlife officers could come pick it up. It was really cool to see such a beautiful creature up close. I felt bad for the poor thing, though. I'm sure it was in pain. Unfortunately its wing was so badly broken and it had lost a lot of blood, so when the wildlife officers showed up they had to euthanize it. It was depressing, but part of life. At least it's no longer in pain. My coworker was pretty shook up about it, though. She loves animals probably more than I do, and is actually planning on going into zoology or wildlife biology.

My family and Peter's family came up for the 4th of July and we had a really good time hiking and fishing. I didn't get to go because I had to work, but I got to join up with them later for a barbecue and volleyball. It was nice to spend some time with my family and I hope they all had a good time.

I'm sad that's it's July, though. It means my summer is half over. It's going by so fast! I love my job and where I live. I'll be really sad when we move back to Logan, but at least I have school to look forward to. I'm finally getting back after a 6 year hiatus. Woo hoo! It's going to be a lot of work, but I'm looking forward to it.

Well, that's all for now from my neck of the woods *snigger*, and remember kiddies...don't do drugs...or you'll end up like "Bob".