I use to hate Ferron. Well, not Ferron so much as Emery County. Well, not Emery County so much as a handful of really nasty people that made living there a bit miserable. The fact is, I couldn't wait to get out of that place. I graduated high school 1/2 a year early just because I was so tired of it all and I was eager to move on to the next part of my life: College in the "big city"(a.k.a. Provo...ahhh).
But when I got married, and when we had Kortland, and when he was 1 and 2 and 3 and 4, my feelings toward Ferron changed drastically. All these years in "the big city" (ha. ha.) had me longing for quiet trails, genuine people, and a slower, more intimate way of life, and seeing Ferron through Kortland's eyes has made it more beautiful to me than ever before.
I remember a roommate of mine saying that she drove through the good ole' E.C. and that "...it was really ugly." and that bothered me SO MUCH! Because I didn't LOVE everything about growing up there, but it was still my home, and I was still proud of it. Plus, it really is beautiful there! What on earth was that girl talking about?
These are some photographs I took last fall when Kort and I drove my favorite 5 mile loop on the outskirts of Ferron up by Milsite Reservoir. Ahhhhh, memories. So many good times. Just thought I'd share. This is where I will be until Friday (yay!) See you all then!
Ha ha! Great memories of Monica's older brother Steve taking us out on these roads to let us learn how to drive a stick shift! We were so. bad. at. it. and Steve was SO NICE to us, and would let me and Monica blast Alanis Morissette and sing "You Oughta Know" at the top of our lungs, and grind his poor car's gears to powder! What is it with crushing on your best friend's brothers? Is that just the most inevitable scenario ever or what? Too funny. But how could anyone NOT adore Steve and Andy? - that's what I'd like to know.
My cliff diving cliff.
ugly? really? where? what part?
The road up to my best friend Chanie's house. Those were some seriously good times. Practicing for cheerleading tryouts together, catching TONS of poly wogs and then bringing them home and taking care of them until they turned into frogs, laying out in her side yard, swimming in the really muddy man-made pond and loving every minute of it, giving ourselves facials, reading "Seventeen Magazine," listening to "the Cranberries", and feeling all sorts of deep, moody, and teenager-esque...good times indeed.