Sneaking out for lunch after lunch in Brigham City, Utah
Last week we received the news that my Uncle Paul passed away. He's always been a favorite for many reasons. He was the adventurer of the family. He led river rafting groups down most rivers in the US, sailed to Hawaii, Tahiti, New Zealand and Australia (I think), and just loved the outdoors. When my dad had a serious stroke in 2000, Uncle Paul and Aunt Sharla came down a few times to help out. Keri & I thought we were special because that's how he made you feel. We found out at his funeral that he made everyone feel that way. What an awesome trait!
Keri & I decided we wanted to attend Uncle Paul's funeral but would need to drive -- to Utah. So, we left Evan with Aunt Jamie and the girls while we took off in the van. We left Thursday evening from Houston and drove straight through. Keri wanted me to see a travel plaza outside of San Antonio called Buc-ee's, so we almost ran out of gasd trying to get there. the distance to empty gauge read 0 for a few miles, so we must have been running on fumes. This would be the first of several adventures and great memories. Keri & I haven't made this trip and spent so much time together since January 1990. We had a great time.
We hiked up Wilson's Arch, drove through a sandstorm, reconnected with family & friends and had a lot of laughs.
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