Now, we are a generation older and I am taking my children to visit their grandparents in Ferron. My parents moved there last January and built a beautiful red brick home, just behind the house I visited my grandparents in. I love the whole continuity. . . circularity (not sure if that is a word, but it describes best what I am trying to say) . . . of it all. These trips are different; shorter drive, more explorations of the area, different house, I am the parent instead of the child. But they still emit wonderful feelings of tradition, family, and love.
Most of our family spent Labor Day weekend together in Ferron this year. It was one of my favorite vacations because of the exciting places we discovered.
My dad took us up into the mountains west of Ferron to show us the beauty he grew up with.
The next day we went south of Ferron and hiked to see some awesome petroglyphs found at the Rochester Rock Art panel.
The next day we went east of Ferron and visited The Wedge, nicknamed "The Little Grand Canyon." It was beautiful! Such dramatic scenery! We also visited the nearby Cedar Mountain.
P.S. Because Noah slept through many of our adventures, I feel like I owe him one random picture just because he is so cute. This pic shows him in the Bumbo we are borrowing from my sister until she has her baby.