When my family was younger we would have
Sunday dinners up the canyon all the time.
We would pack everything up,
our Dad would make a yummy dutch oven dinner,
and we would head up Santaquin Canyon.
The kids would play in the stream and hike around
and the grown ups would sit and visit.
Those were my favorite Sundays.
A couple weeks ago Owen got to experience
his first Sunday dinner up the canyon.
And he loved it.
As I expected.
He loved sticking his toes in the stream,
throwing rocks,
and exploring with "da-da" and aunt "re-hee"
We enjoyed spare ribs, salad, rolls, corn on the cob
with Grandma and Grandpa
and Dan and Mary.
It was the perfect way to spend one of the last
Sundays of the summer.
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