Getting a taste of Les pre-mission life....

Last Friday night, I got a taste of what life use to be like for my loving husband Les. It started out a calm night as we built a fire in his parents back yard, and roasted marshmellows and made smores. Which were so so so delicious...... anywho, we were with a couple from our married ward and they started talking about these hot springs by horseshoebend. Les remebered those from his wild high school days, he went up there and went skinny dipping....... Lol, so all of the sudden it was decided that we were going to go. Which would be fun, but the fact that it was 11:45 p.m., made me a little hesitant. We went home to get our suits on, because alas I am not going to go skinny dipping with a bunch of strangers..... then we met at wal-mart, and started heading out. We reached horseshoe bend at about 1:00a.m. I was so tired and so grumpy, I was about ready to tell Les to turn around, but we had already driven for 30 minutes......... We finally pulled over on this highway in the mountains, with a river right next to us, and a hudge mountain on the other side. At first I thought it was the river we would be sitting in, but no alas we had to climb this giant mountain. Now I was wearing flipflops, because Les had told me that he had climbed down this hill barefoot, so I thought a hill like simplot hill, not a MOUNTAIN.
The next thirty minutes were spent stumbling and crawling up this mountain in darkness, and flipflops. Mort the monster dog, went with us and he did excellent, knocking us over and stepping on our feet, but really he is such an awesome dog, he stayed right with us and never got lost. We finally made it to the springs, and heard some hooten and hollering and we came upon this.......


Now, this is not a picture of the actual springs, it was 1:30 in the morning I and super dark, and I was not about to haul a camera up there. But, it did look like this, it was pretty stunning I have to admit, to have a bunch of springs, going down the side of this giant mountain, it was beautiful. And it would have been a blast except for the drunk people, that showed up. We we first arrived there were only like 5 or 6 people in the first spring, so we hiked and went to the next spring. And we had that all to ourselves for about, oh 5 minutes. Mort didn't really like not being able to see what was in the water, he kept holding on to les with dear life, he was so cute. We all got in and started relaxing, and I was acutally enjoying myself. Then 1 guy came up and asked if he could join us, we thought 1 guy, no harm, well alas 15 people were following him, and all joined us as well. With beer, cigarettes, and many f words. That kind of ruined the moment and I wanted to go home. We started gathering our stuff, which is difficult when 15 people pile their stuff on yours... and then headed down the mountain.

Now again this isn't the trail, but is was this step and rocky.... It was crazy Les made it down their barefoot, and wearing a t-shirt over his legs, as pants. Now that was when he was a teenager, not with me. Me and mort started walking down the path, and mort was such a good boy he even knocked over some people's beer on the way down. But then came the hard part walking down a step rocky path, wet and in flip-flops. Not fun, but somehow I made it down, with a lot of help from Les. We got in the car and headed for home. We arrived home at about 3:30, 4 in the morning and then went to sleep. It was a very interesting and surprisingly fun night!