We drove up to Sundance resort, and then around the parking lot. (I asked Grandma what she wanted and what her limits were. The canyon was my idea, but everything else was her idea.) Then we raced back to the rehab center, where she took a dip. I had to leave before her meds kicked in, but Grandpa was going to be there soon so I knew she'd be in good hands. I just hope she was able to rest up and recover well from our little outing.
A couple of conversational bits I remember:
- On the way back, she told me that when she first saw the red-topped poles marking the side of the road they looked like flowers! But then she realized what they were.
- At one point, sort of by the canyon exit, she said her mother's family used to have a cabin "up there."
- On the way there, I told her about how I love hearing President Monson talk about Provo Canyon, and recounted the two stories I remember - about the handmade boats, and about his stint as a pyromaniac. On the way back, she started talking about how she likes it when President Monson talks about Provo Canyon! I guess there was a subconscious mental echo there. :)
Grandma's mother's family used to spend summers at Springdell, which is where President Monson apparently spent some summers too. I don't know that the families knew each other. The Howes were there in the early 1900s, and the Monsons were apparently there in the 1930s. She wanted to drive up to Sundance when I was there, but it didn't work out. I'm glad you seized the day!
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