I left my phone in Provo, and Drew did too, so apart from some car selfies, so the only pictures taken were some very flattering car selfies that Eden took.
And it made for a magic little trip, not checking phones and having to take pictures of everything.
I slept in Bryan Kershisnik’s Art Studio. It is a old, run down building. I think it use to be the city building. The brick was crumbling and not a consistent color.
Inside was a world of imagination, paintings and sketches everywhere, colors and death masks, a bathroom puzzled together with different types of wood.
Then there was a massive grand room, with hard wood floors and a tin celling. The room provided plenty of dance space, but was also filled with odds and ends, canvases and boxes.
In Bryan’s studio there was a a chunky King sized bed that was in the middle of everything, but looked so welcoming with heavy blankets.
And when it came time to find places for us to sleep there was couches that was unveiled, and a mattress that was slid out and flopped down on the hardwood floor. All of us scattered about sleeping.
And there was no apologies from Bryan for the chaos, he was pleased as punch to have us there. It was liberating to be there, you just felt creative, and maybe that’s why Drew couldn’t help but sing and dance.
The town festivities were so gad dang fun. Everyone is LDS and the parade was made up of floats from all the church groups. The Relief society just had roots on their heads, all riding their own 4-wheeler with a sign about faith and roots and something. The CTR 8, and then the STAR 7, the High Priest . . . They were all there! It was a wonder they even had people to watch the parade.
And the parade was so short, that it went down main street, then turned around and came right back. Hilarious. So we had to stand twice with our hand on our heart for the flag.
After the parade it was on to Grandma’s house, a grumpy old lady with a house that she keeps adding on to, incorporating stained glass, the old church windows, archways and secret built in compartments to hold all the guns. It was bursting with color, and with plants. A pure dream.
The town put on a terrible talent show, after that was a dutch oven dinner, with big garbage bins full of homemade root beer. There was tug of war, foot races, three-legged races. They set a chicken loose for the kids to chase with money tied to him, and then a greased up screaming pig for the older kids.
The most heart warming thing was to watch the foot races, when the grown men let Joe, this down syndrome happy man, win the race, I guess he wins every year.
It was the happiest weekend, we chased baby pigs, visited miniature horses, Mace got charged at by a baby goat, went to up the canyon to the amphitheater to tell pioneer stories and watch Drew fall in the river, visited the seminary, and the reservation. It is so great to see people living a simple life, it makes me want to marry a cowboy and I just love that my friends are content with a weekend of small town chaos.
286 things I could have taken pictures of, but didn’t. It was so nice to be away from my phone, I may start doing it more.
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