Middle of Nowhere

Hot Hot Heat.
Ever been to the middle of nowhere? No? Drive to Tooele. You hit middle of nowhere for about 45 minutes. It was worse until people decided to live out in Eagle Mountain and West Lake High School was built. It's getting better, Utah is expanding, but I have a feeling the miles from West Lake to Stockton will remain untouched for many years. What's Stockton? It's a town. What's there? A post office and a cemetery. What else is out there? My dad's side of the family.

We don't see each other very often, so when we do the first 20 or so minutes is awkward. There's always new babies nobody knew had been born, and the teens always look so much older. However, give us an hour and the teasing, joking, laughing and joy will begin. Family is the best. And looking out over flat farm land into a smoky red sunset? Life can't get better.

Since my mind is in the middle of nowhere...
-I beat Mr. Nagro in an argument the other day. I was so surprised it happened that I didn't know what to say, how to cope with the fact that I had won. It was a great feeling when it finally sank in, and let me tell you, it'll happen more now that I know it's possible.
-General Conference happens to be the best two weekends of the year, I hope everyone watches.
-Although I beat my partner in the spot the apostle game in seminary, it doesn't mean I'm good. Picking me as the girls representative was a horrible idea. Especially when my reflexes resemble that of a sloth.
-V8 fusions could possibly be the best drink there is.
-It's October. That much closer to Christmas, and even closer to getting scared.

Drive out to the middle of nowhere when you next get the opportunity. And go by yourself. Peaceful.