
A few weeks ago we decided to spend our Monday in
Bear Lake. The drive there is as much of a tradition as the lake itself. Honking through the tunnel in Provo Canyon. Looking to see if the water has froze on Deer Creek. Stopping in Midway for a snack. Begging the truck drivers to honk their horns. Lets not forget to mention rolling down the widow to smell the fresh Wyoming air. I love driving through the little towns and wondering what it would be like living so far away from a mall or movie theatre. My favorite part of the drive is winding down the canyon waiting after every turn to see the magical view of lake. Then as we take that last corner there is the breath taking bluer than blue lake. Then our lungs belt out in song.
"Hello Mister Lake, Hello Mister Lake, Hello Mister Lake, many memories we'll make.
Our purpose for this day trip was to see the house we will be staying in this Summer. After taking a tour we had lunch at Merlins, the only place open in town. We ate our greasy hamburgers, and dipped our golden fries and onion rings, and sipped our very tastey Pepsi until our belly's were nice and full.
As beautiful as it is to see Bear Lake in the summer, this winter day was unbelievable. There were layers and layers of thick fog all over the trees and fences. It was so beautiful. The kids had a lot of fun hitting the trees and letting all the fog land on them.
We would love to wish the months away and start packing our bags for our magical week in Bear Lake this summer. It is something that my kids and I impatiently wait for year after year.
