My Grandpa Henderson passed away last Monday, so I headed out west early Friday morning.
Since I bought my plane ticket at the last minute, I had two layovers on the way out. Fortunately I had a great book (How Architecture Works: A Humanist’s Toolkit) and a bag of trail mix to keep me occupied.
I made it into SLC around 3:30 pm and my mom picked me up from the airport. We hit The Red Iguana–the first of many must-hit Utah restaurants–for lunch, where the mole is as good as it is in Puebla. Then we stopped in at my Grandma and Grandpa Pullan’s house. Eventually we picked up Mariel from the airport (she had taken the shuttle down from Rexburg). The three of us dropped in on Jake and Justine so Mom and Mio could meet Kallie, and we FaceTimed with Jason before going down to Payson.
The boys were out and about when we got home, but I finally convinced them to play Scrabble with me (at 11 pm Utah time). Turns out my Scrabble skills drop off precipitously after bedtime. I was the only participant not to hit 100 points, and my mom emerged victorious.
On Saturday morning I woke up bright and early (a benefit of being on eastern time) and went for a run. It was an incredible run for several reasons: 1. I saw the sunrise over the mountains. 2. I saw several horses close up for the first time since we went to NYC (and I am sure these horses were much happier). 3. I got a great view of the spire of the Payson temple.
We usually play when I come to visit, but this was the first time I have seen them play an actual high school match. I thought for sure I wouldn’t have to opportunity to do so before Adam graduated, so I am glad this worked out! They are basically incredible and so fun to watch. What would it have been like to win matches??
The boys stuck around at the courts while we ladies went to Provo to get Mariel some new pants. She’s a good shopper, so we finished early enough to swing by the BYU Bookstore (I refused to call it The Store. It will always be the bookstore to me.), where I stocked up on chocolate-covered cinnamon bears and picked out a t-shirt for Jason.
We met up with Hannah for lunch at Zupa’s, then headed home for the afternoon. The boys and I were going to play tennis, but it started to rain so we went for another run instead. I had wanted to run to Elk Ridge on Goosenest, but we thought the lack of sidewalks made the route inadvisable. Instead, we ran the Canal Road. I haven’t been on the Canal Road since we used to take Sunday drives there (probably not kosher anymore?) and had forgotten how beautiful it is. From the road, you can look across the whole valley, the patchwork of fields and orchards and tiny houses, with Utah Lake just beyond. It was such a fun run.
On Sunday Mariel and I went to church in the Page Ward with the fam, where we got to hear Grant bless the sacrament for the first time. I can’t believe my brothers are so old. That afternoon we made guacamole and Adam favored us with his Velveeta-cream of mushroom soup-salsa queso of champions. We had shwarma for dinner, then took some German chocolate bars over to Grandpa Henderson’s. That night, we played Backwords, which is one of the more hilarious iPhone games I have ever played.