Mike and I left Sunday morning on the motorcycle and headed up to Logan to spend time with his family. Being the wise-guy he is, Mike packed rain gear "just in case."  Well, 45 minutes from home we pulled over and donned the rain slickers, 

except I had two pairs of bright yellow pants and no jacket.  Mike handed over his army green size 2XL jacket for me to wear.  What a fashion statement!  We looked like red-neck bikers. 

 

We stopped at Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park and found Grandpa and Grandma's gravesites.  I haven't been there since the funeral.  Mike's family has a tradition of visiting the gravesites of family members, cleaning up the grass, and leaving flowers.  We decided to carry it over to my family this year.  It was a tender moment for me to spend a few quiet moments remembering and reflecting on Grandma and Grandpa and how much they influenced my life.  I am glad we went (even though it was still raining).

By the time we got to Ogden, the rain was coming down even harder.  I finally leaned up and suggested that the next exit would be a good place to stop.  We pulled in to a Maverik gas station and no sooner did we get under the roof then the rain dumped down, lightning crackled, and thunder boomed.  Across the street was a McDonalds so we hurried over and camped out there with hot chocolate (not very good) and french fries and waited out the downpour.  (Their hand dryers work well to dry hair and clothes!) 45 minutes later, the rain let up and we hit the road again.

The trip was good.  David, Mike's brother had the rough draft of our house plans finished and we brought them home with us.  We spent time with his family, especially his dad.