Memorial Weekend in Old Iron Town

Aiko and I decided to take a walk through memory lane the other day.  Or rather, my memories.  It's crazy to think that she could have been raised here. (all 20 months of her life that is.)  

I don't think people believe us when we tell them we lived in the country.  I mean, we lived in the sticks.  Those who have visited this little town probably went there on a 1st grade field trip. This road isn't even asphalt, they just barely put in these rocks a couple years ago.  When we lived there it was a red dirt road.  There was maybe 15 people that lived there year round.  We didn't even have phone lines.  If you wanted the phone you did satellite or internet.  It is a beautiful place.

If you got just around the bend in the road you'll find this old ghost town.  

Lovely little Old Iron Town.  

The husband wanted to do some work on the house, so Aiko and I took a little hike. 

There is a nature hike with some old houses and descriptions of plants.  Call me a nerd, but I LOVE reading about the local plants.  It may be the hippie in my aching to learn something new.  Plus, it's fun finding plants that I use with my essential oils.  (I can't remember walking this before, but the husband swears it's been there forever.) 

Baby girl had a fever from teething, so she requiring extra care during the hike. 

I feel the desert is it's own unique beauty. 

Granted, it was more spring time here in Old Iron Town, so it was actually greener than usual.

If you get a chance, you should take the drive and go 30 miles west of Cedar City.  It's well worth the drive!  Plus, you can pick up little hitchhikers like this guy. 

This is actually the ONLY picture I know of that actually shows our garage.  Right before we moved, we built the garage...we didn't know we were moving suddenly, but we did.  If you know someone looking for a house with an awesome garage in the sticks, send em our way!

Memorial Weekend in Pine Valley

I feel like we're getting our groove back.  Before babies we were always on the go.  Now, we're figuring out how to go again, but this time with our babies.  It makes pictures so much more important.  I'm constantly trying to capture the moments, maybe too many.  Like my friend above, who joined us from our house in Old Iron Town all the way to Pine Valley and back again.  Good little friend.

We got to spend a lot more time with our family these last couple weeks.  So we decided to visit Pine Valley.  Aiko loved it.  Regardless of how she looks in this photo.  I feel like she became a whole new person in two weeks from hanging out with her cousins.  I probably should get out more and find her some friends. . . .  also, my hair looks like an octopus in this picture.

Most of these photos were taken by the husband.  Once upon a time he was an artsy guy.  Now, I kind of have to force him to photos.  He takes using other gadgets instead of my trusty "Auto."

I'm still getting used to kids.  I'm not exactly a patient person, but we are learning our limits of what we can do with kids.  Even the husband admitted that with kids it's kind of nice, because you are forced to slow down some.

  

Ever smelled a Ponderosa tree?  Some say it smells like butterscotch or vanilla.  I choose butterscotch.  I really miss this smell and the trees. 

Pine Valley just recently redid their campgrounds.  I've never actually been camping here, but we always loved driving through.  It's this magical green valley in the middle of the southern Utah desert.   We checked out the campgrounds and plan to come back sometime.

I couldn't find a good place for this photo in the flow of the blog...so I insert it here.  Because I really like it.  Plus, that beard on that husband of mine.  

We miss our red mountains.

Alas, we aren't quite as adventurous as we used to be.  We used to hike all the time.  Now, we are lucky if we make it around the block. 

So, we decided on our last trip to just go to Zion's.  Luckily, it's open again.  

I do love Kolob.  It's always so pretty. 

The Husband actually painted (his one of three painting ever) of Kolob.  

For some reason I always have preggo photos in stripes...not very flattering.  

We hiked probably the shortest hike in the world...Timber Creek.  It was a perfect hike for a dad who wouldn't wear the baby carrier.  He doesn't like to sweat.

Until next time Kolob.  Until next time. 

To see some of our other hiking advertures...click here, here, here, here