As many of you no my favorite holiday is HALLOWEEN, and the past two halloweens ive been working up at This Is the Place which is a poineer park but during the halloweens season it turns into THE HAUNTED VILLAGE. I was up at the park working/Playing and i had a very interesting scare.
It was getting late into the night and it started to slow down, when a couple came through. My friend scared them into a run and they were heading my way. Now most of the time people look were they plan on going but the gentleman was looking back at my friend and about that time I jumped out of my hinding place. I planted my feet and then there was a collistion, we both were still standing but once he got his sences he noticed what he hit. He started to scream and left his girlfriend and ran into the bushes. Now at this point im wondering why he went into the bushes. Then it clicked into my head he probly has to pee. So instead of walking up to him and telling him that he cant pee in the bushes I left him to do his business.Now not forgetting the girlfriend she makes it to where her boyfriend went into the bushes and waits for her boy to come out. He came out about the time she got to him and all I hear is " do you still have to pee" and he said " not any more" thats when i was glad i did not go over and tell him to get out of the bushes.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
WIPE OUT
Haley is now a big fan, wipeout the TV show and for months she has been bugging me about applying for the show. here is what it's about
Twenty-four contestants compete against each other and the clock to make it through wild obstacle courses to ultimately be one of the final 4. The final 4 then face the Wipeout Zone. The contestant with the fastest time wins $50,000.
things like this happen
well yesterday I put my papers in for this new challenge.
we will just have to see what will happen.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Merlinator
This Pasted weekend we had a family reunion up at Bear Lake UT. There in the little town of garden city was a burger place called Merlins, it's pretty small but packed with people. There at merlins i found my BIG challenge called the MERLINATOR. 
The pictures i have do not give it justice
There were three of the Smith Family to try to complete this tasked and only two survived the MERLINATOR
The Next few Pictures are graphic, If you don't have a strong stomach do not scroll down
In the end Caleb and I were the survivors of this killer hamburger
Monday, July 27, 2009
Following the Wagon Wheels of the Latter-Day Saints
Im in the New York Times
By MATT JENKINS
Published: July 24, 2009
Published: July 24, 2009
SALT LAKE CITY — On a sunny afternoon in May living history season kicked off at This Is the Place Heritage Park on Salt Lake City’s eastern edge. In one corner of the park Joel Newton, a mountain man hobbyist who looked a little like a buckskin-robed version of Obi-Wan Kenobi, offered impromptu lessons in tomahawk throwing. He kept a watchful eye as a young boy picked up a hatchet, took aim at a nine of hearts nailed to a stump, and — clank! — sent the tomahawk bouncing off the top of the target.
“He’s a flinger,” Mr. Newton growled.
Then a teenage girl dressed head to toe in black hefted a tomahawk and stepped into her throw with absolute assuredness. Her hatchet sailed into the target with a resounding “thwock.”
“Now that,” Mr. Newton declared, “is authoritative.”
Despite its temporary invasion by mountain men (two more were wandering around and sticking up trains at gunpoint), the park, Utah’s version of Colonial Williamsburg, commemorates the pioneer history of the Mormons. Chased out of Nauvoo, Ill., by vigilantes and fired with a vision of a divine kingdom on earth, Brigham Young and 147 members of his Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints endured a 1,300-mile, canvas-topped, hardtack-fueled, cholera-racked test of faith to reach the Wasatch Front in 1847.
Today, the wagon ruts of the Mormon Trail, followed by Young’s party and 70,000 church members who came in the next two decades, have largely been obliterated by sprawl and the ravages of time. But with a little pluck it is possible to see much of the final leg of the journey by car and on foot. A dedicated band of trail enthusiasts, along with the National Park Service, have produced a handful of maps and guidebooks and are working to preserve at least a sense of the importance of the trail.
“Without the story,” said Ron Andersen, the president of the Mormon Trails Association, “it’s just prime real estate.”
Fort Bridger, Wyo., lies 116 miles east of Salt Lake City. It was the point where the migrating Mormons would gather provisions before the final push into the what they believed was the Kingdom of Zion. For 361 days a year Fort Bridger — now a reconstructed version of the original — is a pretty quiet place. A modest museum houses enough antique rifles to arm a small insurgency, as well as an exhibit of historic barbed wire that includes Champion Zig-Zag, a fearsome design that looks as if it could stop a runaway Conestoga wagon.
But every Labor Day weekend things get considerably noisier. Mountain man enthusiasts descend for the Fort Bridger Rendezvous, a re-creation of the annual jamboree when trappers would return from far-ranging expeditions to sell furs and let down their greasy hair.
Many Rendezvous activities, like demonstrations of leather tanning and mountain man cooking, seem motivated by a genuine educational impulse. But the organizers are not above appealing to humanity’s baser instincts. One of the biggest draws is outside the town limits, where an impromptu corps of artillery men gather to take turns unleashing period-accurate (though not necessarily precision-aimed) cannon fire at a hill with a giant bull’s-eye painted on it.
Immediately west of Fort Bridger much of the trail crosses private property and is off limits to casual visitors. But a quick 68-mile car trip on Interstate 80 leads through the town of Evanston and across the Utah line to Echo Canyon, where the trail is once again accessible. Among the cliffs that hem the Interstate are breastworks built in anticipation of a war that didn’t happen. In 1857 President James Buchanan, concerned about the theological zeal with which Brigham Young was running Utah Territory, dispatched the Army to rein him in. The battle was never joined, but markers point out remains of Mormon fortifications.
Five miles north is the town of Henefer, and from here State Route 65 heads west toward a rise called the Hogsback. Though the spot offers lovely views of the Wasatch Mountains, pioneers frequently referred to it as Heartbreak Ridge. Salt Lake City is still 30 miles away, and the only way forward was the 7,400-foot pass on Big Mountain. It was a prospect that could make a Saint say mighty unsaintly things, which Mr. Andersen, the trails association president, delicately paraphrased as: “Oh, shoot. We’ve got to climb that?”
Ahead, a 3.1-mile side trip over a good gravel road leads up East Canyon to Mormon Flat. Remnants of another fortification cling to the top of a low bluff, alongside a creek that tumbles down through the cottonwood, pine and aspen groves. A 4.3-mile hiking path follows the Mormon Trail’s original route up the creek to Big Mountain Pass, a 1,400-foot ascent. In places the pioneers harnessed together their oxen to drag the wagons, one at a time, up the mountain.
The summit brings you face to face with the Wasatch peaks, the Salt Lake Valley and the Oquirrh Range. From here the route to Zion skirts Little Dell Reservoir before winding into Emigration Canyon. Finally it arrives at the edge of the Salt Lake Valley, and This Is the Place Heritage Park.
Living history season at the park, when re-enactors inhabit a spit-shined facsimile of frontier Utah that is practically a stone’s throw from the high-rise towers downtown, runs from mid-May through September. In the Cedar City tithing office two girls stand ready to accept the suggested 10 percent from the 19th-century faithful, while nearby a schoolmistress explains the Deseret Alphabet, Brigham Young’s stab at enlightened lexicography that has since passed into extreme obscurity.
Many of the buildings are the original structures, moved from locations around the state, while others are reproductions (some slightly scaled down).
Not far from a replica of the Deseret News print shop Joel Newton, the mountain man, sat on a wood stool, considering questions of architectural authenticity. He leaned back and squinted at the downtown skyline. “The only thing that’s in the wrong place,” he pronounced, “is those modern buildings over there.”
“He’s a flinger,” Mr. Newton growled.
Then a teenage girl dressed head to toe in black hefted a tomahawk and stepped into her throw with absolute assuredness. Her hatchet sailed into the target with a resounding “thwock.”
“Now that,” Mr. Newton declared, “is authoritative.”
Despite its temporary invasion by mountain men (two more were wandering around and sticking up trains at gunpoint), the park, Utah’s version of Colonial Williamsburg, commemorates the pioneer history of the Mormons. Chased out of Nauvoo, Ill., by vigilantes and fired with a vision of a divine kingdom on earth, Brigham Young and 147 members of his Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints endured a 1,300-mile, canvas-topped, hardtack-fueled, cholera-racked test of faith to reach the Wasatch Front in 1847.
Today, the wagon ruts of the Mormon Trail, followed by Young’s party and 70,000 church members who came in the next two decades, have largely been obliterated by sprawl and the ravages of time. But with a little pluck it is possible to see much of the final leg of the journey by car and on foot. A dedicated band of trail enthusiasts, along with the National Park Service, have produced a handful of maps and guidebooks and are working to preserve at least a sense of the importance of the trail.
“Without the story,” said Ron Andersen, the president of the Mormon Trails Association, “it’s just prime real estate.”
Fort Bridger, Wyo., lies 116 miles east of Salt Lake City. It was the point where the migrating Mormons would gather provisions before the final push into the what they believed was the Kingdom of Zion. For 361 days a year Fort Bridger — now a reconstructed version of the original — is a pretty quiet place. A modest museum houses enough antique rifles to arm a small insurgency, as well as an exhibit of historic barbed wire that includes Champion Zig-Zag, a fearsome design that looks as if it could stop a runaway Conestoga wagon.
But every Labor Day weekend things get considerably noisier. Mountain man enthusiasts descend for the Fort Bridger Rendezvous, a re-creation of the annual jamboree when trappers would return from far-ranging expeditions to sell furs and let down their greasy hair.
Many Rendezvous activities, like demonstrations of leather tanning and mountain man cooking, seem motivated by a genuine educational impulse. But the organizers are not above appealing to humanity’s baser instincts. One of the biggest draws is outside the town limits, where an impromptu corps of artillery men gather to take turns unleashing period-accurate (though not necessarily precision-aimed) cannon fire at a hill with a giant bull’s-eye painted on it.
Immediately west of Fort Bridger much of the trail crosses private property and is off limits to casual visitors. But a quick 68-mile car trip on Interstate 80 leads through the town of Evanston and across the Utah line to Echo Canyon, where the trail is once again accessible. Among the cliffs that hem the Interstate are breastworks built in anticipation of a war that didn’t happen. In 1857 President James Buchanan, concerned about the theological zeal with which Brigham Young was running Utah Territory, dispatched the Army to rein him in. The battle was never joined, but markers point out remains of Mormon fortifications.
Five miles north is the town of Henefer, and from here State Route 65 heads west toward a rise called the Hogsback. Though the spot offers lovely views of the Wasatch Mountains, pioneers frequently referred to it as Heartbreak Ridge. Salt Lake City is still 30 miles away, and the only way forward was the 7,400-foot pass on Big Mountain. It was a prospect that could make a Saint say mighty unsaintly things, which Mr. Andersen, the trails association president, delicately paraphrased as: “Oh, shoot. We’ve got to climb that?”
Ahead, a 3.1-mile side trip over a good gravel road leads up East Canyon to Mormon Flat. Remnants of another fortification cling to the top of a low bluff, alongside a creek that tumbles down through the cottonwood, pine and aspen groves. A 4.3-mile hiking path follows the Mormon Trail’s original route up the creek to Big Mountain Pass, a 1,400-foot ascent. In places the pioneers harnessed together their oxen to drag the wagons, one at a time, up the mountain.
The summit brings you face to face with the Wasatch peaks, the Salt Lake Valley and the Oquirrh Range. From here the route to Zion skirts Little Dell Reservoir before winding into Emigration Canyon. Finally it arrives at the edge of the Salt Lake Valley, and This Is the Place Heritage Park.
Living history season at the park, when re-enactors inhabit a spit-shined facsimile of frontier Utah that is practically a stone’s throw from the high-rise towers downtown, runs from mid-May through September. In the Cedar City tithing office two girls stand ready to accept the suggested 10 percent from the 19th-century faithful, while nearby a schoolmistress explains the Deseret Alphabet, Brigham Young’s stab at enlightened lexicography that has since passed into extreme obscurity.
Many of the buildings are the original structures, moved from locations around the state, while others are reproductions (some slightly scaled down).
Not far from a replica of the Deseret News print shop Joel Newton, the mountain man, sat on a wood stool, considering questions of architectural authenticity. He leaned back and squinted at the downtown skyline. “The only thing that’s in the wrong place,” he pronounced, “is those modern buildings over there.”
Friday, July 10, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Plane tickets
Last Nov I went home to Yakima and I took a plane there and then drove back with my dad. So the plane ticket for a one way was about 120 dollars give or take ( I cant remeber the excate amount). Anyway I'm going to be flying home for a bear and cougar hunt in sept, and I was just going to fly to seattle and then have dad pick me up from from there and around trip ticket was going to cost me 215. well I want to check how much it would cost me if i went to yakima, now last year I check this and it would have costed me a little over a thousand dollars from one way, but I want to see if things changed from last year to this year. I typed in salt lake to yakima around trip and to my surprize It was 352.90. I was so Shocked, I brought the tickets and Im heading home.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Cakes
Haley and I are doing cakes for the locals of Utah. so we have start a little business Called " Fake it til you bake it" it is now a blog which you can locate on my blog or haleys. we will start to add pictures of cakes we make and if you interested in a cake blog us.
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