Camping

“We went up to the campground in Heber by the Homestead. One time it started raining really bad and because of my really little kids, I made us leave. But the next day ended up being really nice weather. I think a squirrel ate through my tent and ate some of my food. Growing up, we took a lot of Sunday drives up into the canyons. I didn’t really enjoy them because I would get carsick. Then we would go to A&W for rootbeer in their little kid mugs. My Dad would take a drink of all of the kids, saying he didn’t want it to spill, but I think he just wanted more rootbeer.”

-Shelley Polson Johnson