Saturday,
May 23, 1987, Provo, Utah: Came back from an early visit to campus, and found myself
locked out. I went over to Somerset
#5 and talked to Dan Parkinson and Paul Callister and Todd Broberg and Sharon
Anderson (all La Cañada natives) for a long time. Paul was planning a little Sundance hike with his soon to be
fiancée, and Sharon and I were enlisted to go along. I though it would be fun, and thought it would be fun to go
with Sharon. I took a little nap,
and then Sharon, Paul, his girlfriend Ginny and her roommate Roxanne, along
with myself, some pop and a big submarine sandwich, took off for Stewart
Falls.
We drove up to Sundance in Paul’s bug, then set off on a
leisurely three miles-or-so stroll.
The falls were comfortably unimpressive. Through a mildly precarious access we climbed up for a
closer look. Sharon slipped near a
cliff up there. Roxanne nearly had
a heart attack, but Sharon just laughed.
We went back down, hopped the stream, and sat down to eat. Some clouds arched quickly over us and
the wind rose up. We started back,
this time walking through the paved and inhabited parts of the resort.
Soon Sharon and I had moved ahead of our straggling
companions. It was about a half
hour to the car. The time
passed really quickly and easily.
This wide-eyed, even humoured twenty-five year old returned missionary
is alarmingly genial company.
The rain started just as we reached the car. Soon we were back home. This time Sharon, who lives in Somerset
#2, was locked out. She came over
and joined me in watching East of Eden
on AMC. Toward the end of the
movie the neighbours started to come in.
Mark (Sanderson) fired up the barbecue, and I plugged in the guitar, and
we had a nice time…
