Bear Lake

Jason's side of the family opted to go to Bear Lake this year, instead of the traditional Fish Lake. We had a blast doing tons of fun things-here's a bunch of pictures:

Our view from the awesome second story porch on our cabin at sunrise.

Relishing in childhood memories. We used to feed the carp at Longview Lake all the time as a kid. You stick some bread or whatever in between your toes, and the carp suck it right out. It's the craziest feeling-you can't help but laugh, and a good laugh is always healthy. :)

Showing Rudy how it's done. He opted out at the last minute, and I don't blame him. Some of those suckers were at least half his size.

Driving the speed boat with Grandpa. Let me just say Rudy REALLY enjoyed this. :) It's too bad he's probably still too young to remember this later in life, 'cause this would be one of those great memories that can light up otherwise dull or dank days.

At the beach! Mike, Jared, and Katie got us a coveted spot on one of the few sandy beaches. (The water's so high that most of the sandy beaches are plum swallowed up.)

Mike dug out a 'kiddie pool', which Rudy was very happy to visit. The waves in the lake were a bit scary for him.

Playing in the sand with Ella.

Braving the big Blue with the family. (And only because Daddy was holding him. He was a BIG Daddy's boy this weekend. In fact, he still is.)

There was a tractor that would haul the boats in and out of the water. Rudy was captivated by it.

A floating trampoline. Cool idea, but not too fun. Jill said it was really hard to balance because of the waves, and the water was too shallow below to really allow yourself to just be flung off of it.

Deciding what to do at this giant sand box bordered with water.

This is Rudy and Jason walking up to the beach. Rudy's not so sure he's happy to be there yet, but he warmed up.

Taking a family ride on the pedal carriage. I forgot to take the brake off for the first 5 minutes or so of pedaling, so we were pretty spent from the get go. We braved it and managed to squeeze some fun out of it though.

Rudy liked to help drive once in a while.

We went with Jill and Mike and thier girls when we went with Grandma, and that made it more fun too. We had someone to race (and someone to push us up steep hills-thanks Mike!) :)

All in all, it was a good time. Mom taught me how to crochet, and Dad told me about his childhood and his Grandpa, John Henry Miller. Apparently, Jason is named for him and his Grandpa John on his mom's side too. (Jason's middle name is John.) That was news to Jason, who had thought his parents picked John just 'cause it was a J name they liked and they had planned on calling him J.J. I love to hear family stories. Maybe I'll write the stories down that Dad told me in another blog sometime later.