My friend Tausha, was worried about me losing what marbles I had left, by being gone all day with my kids. Truthfully, it was way easier than getting them to do their chores at home. The whining, the crying, the yelling......really it was the kids, not me, I swear.
Day 2~ we headed even further south to the Provo Area. The plan was to go to
Bridal Veil Falls then the
Springville Art Museum, then to the ghost town
Thistle, then after visiting my grandma, head back home and swing by Cabelas on the way.
As with all great plans, and par for the course, things did not happen that way.
Hubby was with us, and was navigator. Since he was the navigator, he was in charge of where we went and, in what order. We started at the museum, LittleD was less than thrilled. He is a 17 year old boy, truthfully, it was to be expected.
Let me just say, if you live near Springfield, it is a great place to visit. Really neat building, great architecture, good experience. If you take you kids, there are nude statues and portraits. Nothing lewd, just art that is very typical for the period. I was surprised at one point to turn the corner into another room and find a picture of my
great-great-great-great grandmother. No, she wasn't nude. If you checked out the link, no, I don't look like her. No one in my family, that I know of does.
After that, since we were south of Provo, we headed to Thistle. Truthfully, I was most excited about this part of the trip. Hubby plugged the coordinated into the GPS and we were on our way. As we got closer, the GPS told us to turn left, off the paved road, and go 10 miles on the dirt road. So we did.......then we went another 2 miles after the GPS told us to turn right. This is what we came to...
If you look closely you can see my 2 boys, that I sent up the hill, to see how much further the snow went.
Please realize at this point we had been driving for about 1 1/2 hours. The road was muddy, rocky and rutty (is that a word) All this time hubby had been trying to figure out where the GPS was taking us. He looked at me and said, "I think it is taking us back around to the paved road". We laughed, the kids groaned, and I did a very nice 3 point turn on the: slippery, narrow road and we headed back. It was a good thing I made a adventuring play list. At one point Ride of the Valkyries came on, we decided that was perfect adventuring music. We drove all the way back to the paved road, and turned right, not 100 feet up the road, there it was! We laughed, so pathetic.
This house is just creepy. I can't imagine what it would have been like to be there at the time.
The story of Thistle is a crazy one. It didn't become a ghost town until 1983. It was odd to think that it had become a ghost town in my lifetime. I recommend checking out the
link.
Here is BigD standing by the coal chute at the school.
This is what LittleMan took pictures of. It made me sad to see that people had trashed a part of history. Maybe I feel that way because I am old.
How many Ghost towns have old power poles? I took this one for my hubby.
After that, it was so late we just headed home. But I really think my kids will remember the day we got lost.