Decorating for Spring and Camping at the Enterprise Reservoir

 

We headed on a short adventure to Enterprise where I decorated the graves for springtime. 
I love to put sagebrush and wild grasses on the grave (much to Mom' dismay) in the fall, but in the springtime I make it look more like Mom likes and put lots of spring flowers in.  I like to add height to the vases, and often use forsythia for that.  

I always love going home, seeing the community and running into people I know and love.  Of course, there is always a little sadness with Dad gone, and Mom and Kelly in Dixie.  I no longer have that place to call home when there.  

We tried pulling the van into Kelly's yard but it seems a bit awkward camping there with him gone.  He has told us we can go in, we know where he hides the keys but this trip we just planned on camping up at the rez.  

We backed the van in so we could leave the back doors open and enjoy the view.  It was such a nice night that we put the chairs out and watched the glistening water and the sounds of the ranch - coyotes and crickets and such.  It was very peaceful and mostly free of irritating bugs.

 We got there in plenty of time to watch the sun on the water, then the moon follow.  I thought of all of the times my dad had taken me here.  I was reminded of the year the water was so high it ran over both dams and then flooded out the road with Dad on the west.  He had a trailer there so he was perfectly set - except for all the mice that had checked in to spend the season with him.  He had some food, and just drank from the spring.  We were certainly glad when they got him back across.  He left the pickup up there, next to the Rez so he could drive it the rest of the way up and feed each day.  Then on the east side he had

either the truck or a car.

This is the reservoir I tried to learn how to fish at.  Orlan Alger was a great fisherman.  Dad and Mom let me spend some time with him, so he could teach me the finer things of fishing.  However, after mimicking him for hours - same bait, same fishing holes, he turned to me and told me "You must just stink".  Meaning, I must have a smell that the fish recognize and want to totally avoid the danger.  The smell would make it so I never was able to catch a fish.  Bummer.

I spent an hour the next morning trying to catch a perfect shot of the ducks on the water, but after taking many, many shots, I finally decided that this was an experience best lived rather than viewed on a photograph at a later date.  

I had a wonderful time and hope these shorter trips will make it so we can get out and still see places around Utah.