my grandpa
his front door. this weekend we went to the canyon, where my grandpa’s house is. he built it by himself. i think it is such a beautiful place. it’s “wild”. 
i have so many memories on this swing
hernan going up to the water tower
January 1, 2008...4:52 pm
the canyon
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my grandpa
my grandpa
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January 2, 2008 at 2:44 pm
I love the picture of your Grandpa! It’s such a great angle with awesome colors. I also really like the swing picture and the front door. Heck, I like them all!
(How’s that for backwoods…I’ve moved to California, but I still use Utah language). 
January 2, 2008 at 8:38 pm
I like the one that Hernan is there!!!
what a hansome fela
January 3, 2008 at 1:06 am
Hey Miriam, who is Hernan? What’s his relation to you?
January 3, 2008 at 2:48 am
hernan is from argentina, where ryan served his mission. actually, hernan is from the same mission that ryan served, ryan just never met him. they met at college as single men and then hernan met me and now we are sort of family. he comes to visit us and we fight in front of him.
January 3, 2008 at 4:55 pm
Ha! That’s funny…the fighting in front of him thing. Dan served his mission in Resistencia, Argentina. Where did Ryan serve?
January 3, 2008 at 5:44 pm
buenos aries, the north side
January 4, 2008 at 5:35 am
Stop talking about me in my back!
January 4, 2008 at 3:10 pm
we’re not talking about in your back, hernan. we’re talking about you behind your back. and if you want to answer the nice ladies questions, be my guest!
January 5, 2008 at 3:29 am
Ladies… I am actually really nice… I am sorry I acted a little funny (rude)
I actually tried to be funny… and ended up being rude.
January 5, 2008 at 3:40 am
hernan, you are never rude (well, maybe a little) but you are always honest and that redeems the rude. always.
January 5, 2008 at 7:24 pm
So rustic and rough. Looks like a wonderful place to relax and contemplate life in peace and solitude! ahhhh. Every kid need a grandpa with some rural land to run wild and imagine extraordinary things!
I remember getting rides in the tractor bucket, catching bugs, campfires, and camp-outs with my grandpa.