These next few pics are the Timpanooke trail on Mount Timpanogos.
This is Melissa and Leah
Matt swimming- I know it's fuzzy but I wanted one with the water in it. :)
In addition to busy business days, we finished up the main part of the yard. I don't have pics because it is not quite lush enough for photo ops. It has been fun to watch the grass grow and plant trees.
I also got crazy and decided to refinish some furniture. This is our new dining set. I love it!!
I know this is a weird picture to end with, but it's a memorable story I can't forget to blog. If you look closely to the right of the garbage can you will see what we affectionately refer to as the blasted whistle pig. Yes, aka woodchuck, aka, marmot, aka massive groundhog.
This little buddy moved into our garage, unbeknownst to us one Saturday night. He was locked in and shredded the seal on the bottom of the garage door, trying desperately to get out. The next day we wondered what in tarnation had happened to our garage door. Until I spotted his big fluffy tail behind the garbage can and thought "That is one big squirrel..." Upon further inspection and googling "large rodent with fluffy tail" we discovered the beloved marmot species and narrowed it down to a yellow-bellied marmot, also called a whistle pig, because of their high pitched squeal when they are scared, which we heard plenty of. We called animal control to come get him. By the time the guy came, the marmot had climbed up into the engine of my car where the blasted whistle pig shredded every inch of the insulation under the hood of my car. It cost me 100 bucks to get my car fixed.
My boys have a bad habit of leaving the front door open. I used to yell, "Close the door before the wasps fly in!" Now I yell, "Close the door before the woodchuck gets in!" Not a big fan of that particular rodent. Not so much.

4 comments:
Fun times! Nice that Heber is so close to cool things.
Blasted marmot.
Miss you:)
Wow what a fun summer, minus the whistle pig.
We used to have a children's book that your Grandma McDaniel gave us called Marty the Marmot. Do you remember it? I remember reading it a lot to Brittney and Tristen but not to you. He was an adventurous little soul who wandered off and got lost. Sounds like your little marmot!
Darn that marmot, I can't believe the damage it caused. That's the drawbacks of living in such a pretty valley! Great job on the furniture that you re-did. You are motivated, it looks great! Looks like you guys have been having a fun summer. We finally got sod too. Now for all the planting!
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