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Picnicking in the Past

I’m a Jack of all centuries. I can shake a hoop with a Civil War crowd or delicately eat strawberries with a Regency gang. A few weeks ago, Jason and I did precisely the latter.

These pillars conjured Pemberley's grace.
These pillars conjured Pemberley’s grace.

The Visions of History Society invited us to attend their Premier Summer Regency Picnic. This event occurred at beautiful Memory Grove in Salt Lake City on a pleasant but sultry May Saturday. Our company spread blankets beneath broad branches and indulged in cucumber sandwiches and fresh fruit. After all, to sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.

Over twenty attendees filled the park with a curious history.
Over twenty attendees filled the park with a curious history.

Due to our peculiar attire, our group frequently received puzzled glances and inquiries from curious passers. Many girls recognized our men’s resemblance to Mr. Darcy and were instantly intrigued/in love.

Cute bridges are not to be wasted.
Cute bridges are not to be wasted.

Memory Grove was an enchanting setting for this affair. It provided stately columns and darling bridges ideal for Regency reenactments. Oh the fantasy of history!

The harsh afternoon light did not conceal the classic elegance of Memory Grove's structures.
The harsh afternoon light did not conceal the classic elegance of Memory Grove’s structures.

It was a delightful afternoon, although it’s a shame that Regency folk wore so many layers. I wouldn’t have complained about being properly dressed in a little less. Thanks Visions of History for asking us to join your al fresco communion with nature and the past.

Rachel June 23, 2015 No Comments

Run Me Rad

Running is a highly unpredictable pastime. One never knows its outcome. Will you trip on your shoelaces and break your fall on a pillow of dog poop? Will you inhale enough gnats to produce polka dot snot? Will you drink too much Gatorade and vomit blue? Will you lose yourself in a garish powder fog? When you lace up your sneakers and head out onto the asphalt there’s no telling what mayhem awaits you.

Yes, we were rad.
Yes, we were rad.
This picture was taken before we blasted each other in earnest.
This picture was taken before we blasted each other in earnest.

This year we again participated in Color Me Rad, a 5K with shade. We’ve done this race for years with my brother and his wife but this time we added some smaller targets; our niece and nephew joined our familial rainbow.

I looked like a rainbow in a hairnet.
I looked like a rainbow in a hairnet.

Jadon took to being painted pretty well, even with oozy liquids. Isabelle, on the other hand, only appreciated pink hits. She was pretty mopey about every other hue. Still, a good time was had by some of us at all points and all of us at some point.

Jadon was okay with powder showers.
Jadon was okay with powder showers.
Isabelle only liked the pink parts of the race.
Isabelle only liked the pink parts of the race.

Color Me Rad is a cool mix of sprint and tint, one we will gladly radly run again.

Rachel June 15, 2015 No Comments

The Great Un-winter

Utah’s winters suck. Temperatures well below freezing and blizzards that make driving terrifying are all part of the package. But, as we Utahans recently discovered, not having a winter sucks even more than suffering through one. I am referring to our last encounter with those months that should have had us cursing Mother Nature’s frigidity. Instead, pleasantness was present and snow was absent. It was bizarre and distressing and for snowboarding it was catastrophic. And yet…

When reflected off fresh powder, sunshine is all the sweeter.
When reflected off fresh powder, sunshine is all the sweeter.
Smiles go with boarding even when it's too cold to see them.
Smiles go with boarding even when it’s too cold to see them.
I was coming out of deep powder. That's all I have to say about this awkward pose.
I was coming out of deep powder. That’s all I have to say about this awkward pose.

Jason and I went snowboarding exactly five times this season, our lowliest amount in years. We were ever ready to go but it’s a bit tricky to snowboard without snow. However, all was not lost. We did have a few good storms and Jason and I hit every single one of those. Like crazed kids at a carnival, we gorged ourselves on powder whenever it presented itself yet walked away from the season feeling rather unsatisfied.

The snow sculptures Brighton builds every year are always fun.
The snow sculptures Brighton builds every year are always fun.
Strange things are met on the slopes, like my husband.
Strange things are met on the slopes, like my husband.
I was detectably moving here, I promise.
I was detectably moving here, I promise.

I hope our next winter deserves its accustomed loathing. You can say the climate hasn’t changed but it sure looks like it’s wearing a different outfit to me.

Rachel June 9, 2015 No Comments
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