First, I planted a garden. This is what I harvested this morning. That big pile of green hiding the zucchini is more basil than I can shake a stick at. I'm also revving up for some serious canning. Yes, that last statement makes me feel like an old Mormon mom. I'm living the dream, baby.



And here is the final product.

I ran the Wasatch Back Relay again, along with 10,000 others who had the same crazy notion.

It turned out great and I ran hard, which isn't bad for a burned-out, in the weeds mom. We were team Speedy Deliveries, because you just can't have enough Mr. Rogers in your life.








(sorry, no picture here)
And went to Mount Rushmore.

Awe-inspiring, although I must say I felt conflicted as I was currently reading Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee and how the Americans stole the Black Hills from the Native Americans, but again, I guess that's a blog for another day.
We rounded out the trip with a tour through Wind Cave National Park, which was also really unique.
So that's it, plus or minus a few sunburns. Stay tuned for something entirely more thoughful. It's in here somewhere.
3 comments:
Annnnnnd, your back. Come on, keep the posts coming!
I agree with Jessica, keep the posts coming because apparently I'm a loser and can't just call you for an update on your life! Sorry I'm so lame! Your summer looks like tons of fun. Sorry about the "SSA", I've been there more times than I care to count! Hey, do we want to throw together another Prairie 5th reunion next month?
Hey Cathy...
How are you? I'd love to get together soon... sooner than later! My kids sure do miss yours! Call or email me sometime.
Jill
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