Thursday, December 8, 2016

Fall #raceseason

We went up the canyon for sunday Dinner with some neighbors, with in five minutes both of our kids were dirt balls, it was solo dusty. 
Game day shirts, meant for game day pictures at the park.



Foster really struggles to really smile when we ask him too.



Last few mountain trips





Collins was loving the snapchat filters with uncle Brandt.


Lotoja
My parents did it again, year 14
We supported them and so did the kids
They had fun cheering for the bikers.
Collins would copy whatever Foster did.
and know anytime we see a road biker she says, Grandpa... woooooo!










12 hours on a bike vs. 12 hours in a car with two kids, who looks better?







The star valley temple was just getting finished up so we stopped for a photo with Angle Moroni







And then we stopped at the river, threw rocks and fished and watched the bikers cross the bridge.












Then we watched them finish and finish strong they did... Seriosly Amazing.





Go Grandpa wooooooooo!!








Then two weeks later it was the grueling  Bear 100. It was a rough one, 24 hours of straight rain and snow made for muddy trails and seriously cold temps. Dad did it though, despite the horrible conditions he pushed and pushed, and at the end Whit and Bayli where pushing and pulling him to stay on his feet. It was ROUGH. But we still had a good time supporting him and are totally
AMAZED by him.

Mile 50 was beautiful with the fresh fallen snow up at Tony's. Changing socks and shoes took a good 20 minutes!







 I had to save this picture so that I could remind him how he felt and said that it was his LAST one!!
 The support Crew minus me (behind the camera) and Brennen (he is not the other end of the phone talking to my dad)










You can imagine how thrilled Bayli and Whitli were to be making the last 13 mile trek with him in rain and muck.










Then a week later it was the St George marathon.
One more family member bit the dust
Dad
Mom
Brennen
Whitli
and Bayli










Cousin Luke participated again and I think Grandma beth was beaming in Heaven that day.
And me and Foster and Collins once again were the cheerleaders. It was a good day.

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