The days before John's reunion brought a visit from two of our favorite people in the world -- Jason, John's best friend since the age of seven, and his wife Christy. They came roaring into town on Jason's BMW touring motorcycle (which they had just taken out of storage, where it had been this last year as they were sailing the Pacific... yeah, nice life, eh? Although as Jason says, who are we to talk?). Anyway. Jason and John were hilarious. The talk of mullets and Bon Jovi and garage bands night and day was too much, and even though just days earlier I had declared that there was no way I was getting on a plane ANY TIME in the near future and wouldn't even be going to Calgary, thankyouverymuch... the fun they were having led me to a last-minute ticket to Colorado so I could enjoy a similar silly walk down memory lane.
While Jason and Christy were here, we took them to one of our favorite Lethbridge places -- Writing-on-Stone near Milk River, about an hour's drive away. It was a sacred spot for the Blackfoot people, and has centuries-old rock carvings and paintings. It's also just crazy beautiful and a little weird. Imagine... driving in the prairies, which seem to be going on and on.... taking a turn and suddenly stumbling upon scenery that doesn't look real -- hoodoos of sandstone. The kids have been able to do the hike through the hoodoos for several years, and we haven't met anyone yet who doesn't love scrambling up and down the rocks (keeping a sharp eye out for rattlesnakes, of course, which love it there, too).
We didn't have our camera but Jason and Christy did, and gave me permission to post these photos. Thanks for the great visit! (And more photos of the reunions to come).
