We learned over a few weeks ago, that Michael needed to meet with a client in Moab. He made arrangements and on thursday - we were on our way. We packed a picnic lunch of salad, grilled salmon, smoked cheddar cheese, chips, pretzels and undercooked Hello Dolly bars (having problems with the undercooking or overcooking lately - been baking for more than 40 years - go figure).
After a stop in Spanish Fork canyon for our picnic and a few hours of a book on CD called Evidence by Clair M. Poulsen, we made it to the Mountain Biking capital of the world and Michael made his meeting with time to spare. Had dinner that night at Sunset Grill and played tennis until the mosquitos drove us inside.
Friday morning we drove to Monitcello to attend a temple session and then it was 18 holes at the Hideout Golf Course. As you can imagine the person golfing with me would need loads of patience and a sense of humor. Fortunately, I'm married to a man who has both. On the 18th hole, Michael decided that we needed to enjoy more levity so he created a competitive wager to see who could get closest to the hole - just a measly 120 foot putt. Michael went first and can you believe it - that little stinker sunk that putt like it was did something he did every day...with his eyes closed...standing on one leg...with a stick!
Played more tennis on Saturday and then drove to Manti where we attended another session in that beautiful, amazing temple. Before we left that city, we had to head over to a nearby church to enjoy a famous, Manti turkey dinner. After that we drove home listening to a book on tape called Evidence. We still haven't finished the book - does anyone know who kidnapped Cody Lind?
2 comments:
Love your blog and Carly's too. Sounds like you and Michael had a great time in Moab.
Soooooooo.........why dont you tell everyone what the bet was?!?
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