





So put some new rims and tires on and man that thing went EVERYWHERE.
Weather was great Friday and Saturday, it was like spring weather. But Saturday night and Sunday is a different story. The wind started to blow, and blow harder, and harder, until it was screaming through our windows, and the trailor was a rockin' and it wasn't from us ;) if ya know what I mean. All in All it was a Great, and Much Needed retreat. We ate chips, drank some lemonade, played some Phase 10, and rode our little hinies off. P.S. our camera was pretty much dead, so as my first graders would say "Ya get what ya get, and ya don't through a fit."
We decided to ride out on our own, since I new where everything was and most of the trails were. The ranchers had asked us to go a specific way though so that we could push some cows out of some pastures, back into where they were supposed to go. Well they put me on a horse named Buck, no not because he bucks, but because he is a buckskin. We were almost done with our ride and was heading back to the ranch through a canyon. Janice and Cole were ahead of us, and so I looked at Rusty and I said "Ya want ta race" (just like that, the hick accent and all). So we kick our horses into a lope and mine goes to hogging his head, I can't say bucking because pathetically he wasn't. But I lost my right foot stirrup and the horse hogged some more and turned to the left and I fell of like a sack of fat potatoes and landed right on the back of my head and lower neck. (Rusty says that he didn't turn, but he had to of, and so I am sticking to my story). Well needless to say, it was really quite pathetic, and I got a really bad concussion from it and had to lay in bed the rest of the day and only threw up like three times. Well that's my Fun HoneyMooner stories, and I will update what we do for our Anniversary next week after we go and have some more fun and probably another "Laugh at Trista" Moment...

To go out camp'n and have fun with all of your cousins and family...
To be fearless on a bicycle...
Family John... This is my oldest brother, Derek John Beagley, and his four beautiful and spunky children. We went to Derek's house the other weekend to go on a big ride and we left from his house and followed a pretty rough trail against the base of the mountain over to a ranch called the Muddy. We took two Rhinos and Vayomee (in the pink) and Walker (in the blue and green) rode their motorcycles. It was pretty wild and fun. Thanks Derek, Tamee and kids for taking Rusty and I on such a fun ride.
This is Walker crossing an ice covered river...
This is McAllister -AKA "MAC". He started out on his little motorcycle with training wheels and the trail got too hard, so he resigned to the Rhino...Smart Boy!
Handsome Rusty.
We went down to St. George a couple of weekends ago and it rained and rained and rained. So we decided to go for a ride at the sand dunes down there called Sand Hollow. This is just a picture of Rusty (on the Right) and his buddies. Rusty is nice to let me go, but I am quite the camera man if I must say so myself. 