When I was growing up in Salt Lake, we did not have central air for cooling. We only had a swamp cooler and that was just not enough. Summers in Utah are hot, hot, hot (and dry). Most summer nights, my mom decided that we would go up the canyon for dinner instead of cooking in the hot house. Millcreek Canyon is about 10 minutes (at the most) away from my parent's house and just driving up the canyon transports me to a tranquil state. There is really no other place in the world where the smells, the sights, and the tastes bring back so many fond memories. On Wednesday night, we took up the family for a cookout.
Here are some of my nieces and nephews learning how to start a fire.
My favorite, fire roasted hot dogs.
Nate and Jake's favorite too!
Mike & John showing how to get it done.
The perfect marshmallow roasted by John to make his perfect s’more.
Story time by Ben.
Group Shot!
I smelled like canyon, fire, and dirt when I got home and I wish I could have bottled up that smell and brought it back to D.C. with me.
