As it turns out, I stayed true to my word and stopped by to see Parley P. He stood majestically overlooking the canyon named in his honor. It was a little surprising to see a stone with the names of Parley's wives etched into it. Wife number seven, Sarah Huston, is my g-g-g-g-grandmother. ETA: Some comments asked about the last wife who did not take the Pratt name. Parley and Eleanor have quite a story, which includes Parley's murder! You can read more here.
From there, I drove a short distance to Sugarhouse Park, where I took a stroll through the tunnel that connects it to the business district to its west.
As I walked down the pathway into Hidden Hollow, I happened upon a bronze sugarbeet, which I found a tad surprizing. I felt like a tourist in my own town, as I didn't even know they'd saved Hidden Hollow, let alone there was a sugarbeet sitting in its midst.
I took loads of pictures for my Big Picture Class, spent time with friends, as often as I could, and, when possible, spent snippets of time with Smith. We spent Friday morning weekend the garden for TWO hours, but rewarded ourselves with a lunch at our favorite tacqueria.
All in all, I'd say it was a good weekend and I'll share more about it as the week unfolds.
Did you have a good weekend?