Our Mother's Day Weekend

First I just want to say, happy Mother's Day to all you Mother's out there. I know a few people who this Mother's day probably meant a lot to them since it was their first as a Mother, so a special happy Mother's Day to you (Teresa, KrisAn, Golda, love ya!). And of course, an extra special happy Mother's Day to the wonderful women who brought me and Adam into the world, we love you Moms!

Since this is a weekend that is usually pretty hard for me, Adam and I planned a fun weekend trip with his parents and brother. We went camping in Marysvale Utah (I had never heard of it before, but luckily Adam's Dad had). We stayed at this cute little place called Pine Creek Cabins. They technically weren't even open yet, but they busted their butts to get the cabins ready in time so we could stay. We were their first customers ever!

For those of you, who like me, have never heard of Marysvale, it's a cute small town in South Eastern Utah, and it's along the Piute ATV trails. In the late 1800s, early 1900s, it was a booming mining community, with other little communities all around it. Thousands used to live there, and now there are only hundreds.

Since we were only there for the weekend, we kept it pretty simple. We went 4-wheeling, hiking, and biking. The first day we went on an ATV trail up to a point where we got off and hiked to some waterfalls, which was pretty cool. But the coolest part was on the way back we went through the old Miner's town in the middle of the mountain (now a total ghost town) and found some new family history from the Dalton family. In the little ghost town was the Dalton Cabin and the Dalton Mine. It was really cool to find this little place with family history for Adam's family that no one in his family previously knew existed. It's only accessible by ATVs, so if we had never gone there, we would probably still not know it was there. We'll have to take our kids there someday so they can see that part of their family history.

I don't know why exactly, but I found the whole ghost town absolutely fascinating. There were tons of abandoned homes, and a huge abandoned lodge that was so cool looking. I just couldn't believe so many people would walk away from those things. It's really quite sad when you think about it.

Anyway, it was a pretty good weekend, with the exception of my weird minor injuries. After a bike ride the first night, I decided I needed to do push ups against the cabin deck, and my feet slipped from underneath me and I ended up injuring my wrist. Then the next day on our way back from 4-wheeling, I got stung in the neck by a bee (which I happen to be allergic to). I normally never carry any allergy medicine with me, because even though I'm allergic to bee stings, I usually get them on my arm or leg and all that happens is the sting area swells up to the size of a softball or baseball. Looks funny, but no big deal. However, having a sting on my neck swell up that large is dangerous because then it blocks my air passage. So, after I got stung, I sped back to the cabin (in a complete panic because I could feel the inside of my throat swelling up and I was having a hard time breathing). I really didn't know what to do, but Adam's parents went and got me Benedryl (a cream to put on it topically and the pills to take internally). Then Adam and John gave me a blessing. Pretty quickly after, the swelling in my neck went down and I started to feel fine. Whether from the Benedryl or the blessing, who knows for sure, but I'm grateful for both.

So, even though I was kind of cranky during the trip, it was still a good one and I'm glad we went. And in case you were wondering, my wrist is fine now and the bee sting is now only a little bump, like a bug bite, on my neck.