As we packed up the car to head onto Byway 12 on Friday, Emory tried to explore outside our cabin again and again. This year, we really hoped to catch more of the aspens on fire along the route over Boulder Mountain (last time we got there just after a windstorm and missed so many of the leaves but still loved the scenery). Our earlier arrival this time worked in our favor!
unfortunately, the lighting mid-day didn't work for good photos among the aspens. and I swear, when we dressed that morning, I did not plan for us to match all the leaves.
I know what you were all thinking, based on my matching fits for most of my life.
we love Emory's shirts made by his auntie Jessalin
we stopped for lunch at the Burr Trail Grill: such. amazing. food. too bad we ate it too fast to remember to take a picture. just imagine burgers made from local, organic, grass fed beef with such toppings as crispy bacon and gorgonzola or sharp cheddar with sauteed mushrooms and onions. and then picture a green apple and carrot slaw or herb roasted-to-perfection new potatoes. and the ham hock and potato (and vegetable) soup we fed Emory.
and Emory may or may not have had his first taste of soda. (at least it was mexican coke made with pure cane sugar).
notice the size of the lizard in relation to the bolt. tiny.
we took a side road towards Hell's Backbone Bridge, but not knowing much about the gravel path, and after tiring of not getting anywhere fast we turned around just past this old home and gate that men once built "horse high and hog tight."
Emory slept (not a common occurrence on the trip, and we're still trying to get back into nap mode, a week after our return home).
on the road.
walking (one handed!) to the view point at Bryce Canyon
throwing fits over not getting to eat the rocks and sticks. you know, the usual.