Last Friday, the day I flew back to Utah, Matt and I drove to Manti. I landed at noon and we were on the road again for Manti a few hours later. On our way into town we stopped at the cemetery where Grandpa Carbine and Annie are buried. Matt's Aunt Mimi recently got married and so there was a little reception for her Friday evening. Eli, Matt's 11-year-old cousin, came from southern California (he is the youngest of Jenny's children). The three of us went to dinner Friday night after we'd been at the party for a while. Then on Saturday we went up to "the cabin." Melory's cousin Russ took us up in his Jeep because normal cars can't get up there. It started out as a fun, sort-of-steep dirt road. Then the rocks started showing up, and then ditches that were 5-6 feet wide and 2-3 feet deep (from the water run-off). It was a bumpy ride to say the least, but it was so much fun. Matt, me, Eli, and Mimi sat in the back on the top edge of the sea...