



Rusty on our backpacking trip at the Grand Canyon...
The Cactus' were in Bloom!!! Aren't they Beautiful?
Me trying to survive and breath...I don't think my body was made to backpack...
Well Rusty and I needed to get out...I had to go to a special education training all day one Saturday and we didn't have to teach Sunbeams on Sunday, so we decided to go for a drive and this is where we ended up!!! Ain't it grand? Well of course it is, its the Grand Canyon. We didn't just go to the normal North or South entrance, we took a dirt road that pretty much heads straight South from Kanab.

I love that Rusty likes to travel. We both enjoy going for drives. In fact we both enjoy a lot of the same things, and I think that it is simply a miracle that God leads us to our significant others. I know that I was meant for Rusty and that he was meant for me. I love this handsome cowboy more than anything in the WWW (whole wide world...)

Man she is Hot!!! To bad she's taken ;)






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...