In Which Brooke Plans Your Next Vacation

For spring break this year, Brian was able to take a couple of days off, and we headed down south to Capitol Reef National Park.

What was that?  No . . . not Cedar Breaks.  Capitol  Reef.

It’s a national park right in the middle of Utah.

No?  Not heard of it? I’m not surprised.  Most of the people I’ve told about this trip have never heard of this park, and that includes people who have lived in Utah their whole lives.  I’d like to change this, because I think the park is a really special place.  Brian and I first visited it in the summer of 2001, right before we moved to Pennsylvania, and we were charmed.

Well then — sit back, relax, and enjoy a bit of armchair tourism, eh?

The name of the park has two origins.  “Capitol” because of these big rocky domes that resemble the U.S. Capitol building:

“Reef” because the pioneers found the big ridge — what geologists call a “waterpocket fold” — to be nearly impassable, like a coral reef would be for a boat.  So there you have it: Capitol Reef, aka One Confusing Name.

The Navajo apparently called this region “the sleeping rainbow,” because of the stripes on the ridge.  Why they couldn’t call it Sleeping Rainbow National Park is beyond me.  Don’t you think people would be more likely to visit Sleeping Rainbow?  Or is that too hippie sounding?

The pioneers were so proud of their trek through the narrow Capitol Wash that they took time to create a name register on the walls.  Very cool:

Unfortunately, the pioneer register has too many contributions from modern park visitors.  “Bong Wang 1998” is not history, folks.

Oh, and the Fremont Indians took time to make some neat rock art, too.

A tiny town called Fruita existed in the Reef until 1969.  There were never more than ten families living there at a time, but they grew lots of fruit trees, which are now preserved by the Parks Dept. as “historic orchards.”

Capitol Reef is also one of the more family-friendly parks we’ve visited.  A lot of the trails are safe for kids, like Grand Wash, which has a beautiful series of narrows:

Grand Wash also has these really neat water-made hollows in the redrock.  The kids loved taking breaks inside of them:

The hike to the Hickman Bridge is also great for kids, which includes a self-guided nature trail:

Okay, fine.  Let’s get it out of our systems: ELEANOR HAS SHORT HAIR.  The stylist cut it shorter than I intended, and thank heavens that Ella didn’t care.  She looks so different!

Capitol Reef also has the Ripple Rock Nature Center, which is like a mini children’s museum about the park.  We went with a ranger to examine water insects in the Sulphur Creek, and later made plaster castings of deer tracks.  Cool!  I’ve wanted to make track castings ever since I saw it done on an old episode of Mr. Wizard.  (Do you remember that show?)  But who goes hiking with Plaster of Paris?

Sulphur Creek is also home to this big field and a lovely bridge over a stream shallow enough for wading.  The kids LOVED that place; we could easily have stayed there all day, done nothing else, and Jeffrey would have been perfectly satisfied.

In the evening, we made the short hike up to Sunset Point, where you can see the rainbow in earnest.

So beautiful and relaxing, right?  And it’s only a four hour drive from SLC, so why not try Capitol Reef out instead of Zion or Bryce?  No crowds, no shuttles, only a $5 park entrance fee.  Think about it, eh?

Tomorrow I continue my Capitol Reef travelogue with the Tale of the Water Pit!  Stay Tuned!

Ce n’est-ce pas une pomme

I found this in the living room last night:

I stared at it for a couple of minutes, then began laughing out loud.

A few weeks ago, William wanted a drink of apple juice, and was convinced that he could get said drink by sticking a straw into an apple.  I couldn’t convince him that this was not how apple juice worked, but I managed to distract him with something else.  I forgot all about it, and I thought he did, too.

So yesterday when he asked for an apple, I thought he was going to eat it.  I didn’t think twice about the fact that he was holding a straw.

I hope he wasn’t too disappointed.  Although you have to give the boy credit for his tenacity — look at the gouges in that apple!  How many attempts did he make before he was able to get the straw all the way in?

Hooray for Baby Girl

Last Sunday was Katie’s baby blessing.  I’m all in favor of baby celebrations, although they are kind of a cruel joke for a new mother.

“Hey!  You look exhausted!  Why not throw a lavish luncheon for your closest family and friends?”

I never had to uphold this tradition with my first three kids — they were born in Pennsylvania, far from family, and so there was no pressure to play the hostess.  But to tell the truth, I kind of missed having a bit of a party to celebrate my new little ones.  So, with Katie, I decided to throw a party on such a level as to represent the births of all four kids.

Also, it gave me a reason to finally try out some recipes I’ve been had in my To Be Cooked pile for ten-odd years.  I mean, is my cookbook shelf a warehouse, or an vibrant contribution to household information?  (Yeah, that’s the libarian talking.)

Both sets of grandparents were able to be there, as well as all three of my brothers and their significant others.  Cousin June was thrilled to sit with Eleanor and William during church services, and likewise Jeffrey was by Uncle Alex the whole while.

Katie, being the mild-mannered girl she is, was quiet and complacent during her blessing.  Someone (I can’t remember who) said that she spent her time slowly gazing from one face to another during the ceremony.  What a lovely girl.

I can’t quite remember everything Brian said during the blessing, except that it was very touching and sweet.  I just remember one thing: about Katie growing to love her brothers and sister as much as they already love her, so they can all learn and grow from each other.  This has always been my greatest wish for my family, so it was very heartwarming to hear it in Katie’s blessing.

Afterwards, we all trooped over to my house for a splendiferous feast!  Featuring:

Ham

Yellow Pepper Frittata (with artichoke hearts, yum)

Steamed Asparagus with creamy dill dip

Croissants

Fruit Salad with honey-lime-mint dressing

Smoked Salmon Bites!

I put the exclamation point here because this was by far my favorite dish of the day.  They were very easy to make and TASTY.  I know it’s kind of pretentious to use caviar in a dish, but I’ve never done it before and CARPE DIEM.  And the cost isn’t all that bad when you’re only buying one ounce, OKAY?  Here’s the most perfect one I made.  It was consumed shortly after taking this photo:

And for dessert?  Carrot cake, which I’ve been craving for a whole month.  Speaking of which, I think I might go carve myself a leftover slice right now . . .

The post-luncheon entertainment included acrobatics performed by Grandpa and various little grandchildren.  A class act all around.

 

My Man of La Mancha

This evening, Brian looked out the window and said, “I think Jeffrey is turning into Don Quixote.”  The reason?

Can’t blame me if that PVC pipe looks like a lance, right?  And for some reason Jeffrey seems very fitting as the knight errant Quixote.  Windmills beware!

Cinderella Story

Eleanor is almost six, but is already quite clever as clever.  Today we celebrated her coming birthday with a Cinderella party.

When the girls arrived, I put head scarves on their heads, gave them dusters, and ordered them to clean the house, or else they wouldn’t get anything but bread and water for supper.  They totally got into it.  The living room is now totally dust-free.  Brian even found it to be a good excuse to wash the windows.

But soon, the Prince (Jeffrey) arrived to deliver this royal invitation:

Wow, right?  The Wicked Stepmother (me) said that they wouldn’t be able to go since they didn’t have anything to wear, and the girls ran off to Eleanor’s bedroom crying “boo hoo hoo.”  (And giggling the whole time.)

The Fairy Grandmothers were there to help the girls change into “dresses” made of crepe paper and ribbons.  Eleanor’s dress-up box provided extra glamour. They were a little hesitant about going to the “ball,” though.  “Do we have to dance with a prince?” one girl asked.  “Not kisses!” squealed another.

This is where my mom was totally the star of the ball.  She got the girls to hold hands and do some improvised English-country-style dancing.  Very cute stuff.

Then the clock struck twelve!  (Coincidentally, it was noon exactly, so I didn’t have to change the clock on the mantel.)  Each girl took off one shoe and left it behind before running back to Eleanor’s room to change back into “rags.”  When the girls came back, they discovered that Brian and the boys had hidden their shoes all over the room.  As each shoe was found, Jeffrey put it back on its owner’s foot, and William gave her a paper crown.

What better way to celebrate the end of a Cinderella story than with a Royal Feast?  I made a chocolate fudge cake with strawberry frosting.  I’ve never tried strawberry meringue frosting before, so it was kind of an experiment.  Eleanor loved it. I think the chocolate cake overpowered the strawberry flavor, so maybe next time I’ll pair it with vanilla cake . . . OKAY, ENOUGH CAKE COMMENTARY!

The big hit after cake was this lovely teepee that my mom made for Eleanor.  It’s so amazing!

The girls crowded right in.  We could hardly get them to come out when the party was over.  Fortunately, I had a fresh batch of Tiger Tails (these caramel-marshmallow lollipops that I make every year for Ella’s birthday) to lure them out.

Jeffrey and William are just as thrilled with the teepee as Eleanor is.  Eleanor was happy to give her Kaya doll a tour (the horse was her birthday gift from Brian and I), and Jeffrey immediately tucked Kaya into a bedroll.  Adorable.

Katie’s Kingdom

This weekend during General Conference the kids hauled out all the blankets and built this:

Welcome to “Katie’s Kingdom,” as Jeffrey calls it.  Not only did the baby girl receive the full Queen of Sheba treatment, but they also used pillows to cordon off a “storage cupboard” and a “kitchen.”  When I entered the picture to feed the girl, I was automatically designated the “dining room,” and the nursing pillow was the “table.”

Here’s the other notable event of the weekend:

Count ’em, that’s ten kids crowded around our kitchen table eating pizza and chocolate-dipped strawberries.  I invited two of my friends over during the Priesthood session, and between just the three of us, there were TWELVE children in the house for the evening. My mom came too, and I am impressed by how much she was able to enjoy herself despite the thundering herd.  Much was the zaniness thereof, especially when Eleanor turned on old episodes of She-Ra: Princess of Power and she and other assorted kids began to dance around to the eerily addictive theme music.

You gotta admit that among fictional princesses, She-Ra rules.  I thought I was a big fan as a kid, but Eleanor is hard-core.  She has the whole opening monologue memorized.  (“Secrets were revealed to me on the day I held my sword aloft and said, ‘For the Honor of Greyskull!'”)  It’s pretty amazing.

Giant Ostrich Eggs!

I have exactly one (1) April Fool’s joke in my repertoire.  Besides, you know, “look behind you!  An elephant, I SWEAR!”

These are ostrich eggs, which I fried up fresh this morning.  It’s a great way to get the kids dressed in the morning on April 1.  I told them that I got them from the zoo yesterday afternoon.  Why didn’t they see them in the fridge?  Because I didn’t want them to play with and break them, of course.

What are they really?  Cool Whip and canned peach halves.  They go great with a slice of toast.  Mmmm!

Art & Science Weekend

This month the Utah Museum of Fine Art has free admission on Saturdays as part of its “Art & Science” program for families.  Each weekend features different art activities and science experiments based on different elementals (fire, air, water, earth).  Naturally, I had to take advantage.

Here’s the big reason why: the UMFA has a “real live mummy,” as Jeffrey puts it.

He was actually kind of appalled that the mummy wasn’t in a Natural History Museum, like the mummies in Pittsburgh were.  “Call President Obama!” he insisted.  “The mummy should go in the natural history museum!”  When I told him that the President of the U.S. wasn’t in charge of such things, he was doubly appalled.  What was the point of being President when you couldn’t decide where mummies should go?

Eleanor brought along a sketchbook and her colored pencils.  This African mask was the only thing she took time to draw.  (I can’t find her notebook today, or else I’d have shown the drawing, too.)  The exhibit label said the mask was used as part of girls’ coming-of-age ceremonies.  Oh, and that big foreheads and neck folds were considered attractive by that culture.

We went on a treasure hunt to find art pieces related to the element “water,” like this ancient Indian carving of a river goddess:

Both kids insisted on getting their picture taken with the samurai armor.  Jeffrey and I watched The Seven Samurai a few weeks ago, and he’s still jazzed about it.

My favorite part was the time we spent in the art room.  The kids were encouraged to make watercolor paintings of cloud landscapes, and all the volunteer docents were out in full force.  Therefore, even though there were lots of families there, the whole thing was organized and fun.

Eleanor spent a long time carefully crafting a cloud landscape.  Jeffrey painted two landscapes in record time, and as he finished each one, he would hold it up and declare, “there it is!  MY MASTERPIECE!”

There’s one more free weekend at the museum this month, so if you have the means, I highly recommend going!  It was a blast.

Report Cards

Jeffrey and Eleanor brought home their report cards over the weekend.  I was concerned to see that Eleanor’s card noted that she has problems working independently and having a good attitude towards learning and following directions.

I mentioned this to Eleanor, and she took it seriously.  At dinnertime, she insisted on standing on a chair and being my helper, “so that I can be a better worker at school.”

ME: Yes, Eleanor.  You need to do your best at school.

ELEANOR: Yeah, and not get put into Time-Out so much.

ME: !?!?!?!

ME: You get put into Time-Out?

ELEANOR: Yeah, almost every day.

ME: Why?

ELEANOR: Because I keep talking when Mrs. Wright says not to.

ME:  Well, you need to follow your teacher’s directions.  There’s a time for talking and a time for doing your work.

ELEANOR: But Mrs. Wright says it’s okay to talk while we work!

ME: Oh?

ELEANOR: It just isn’t okay to scream while we work.

ME: [heavy sigh]

Katie’s Muppet Twin

My sister-in-law, Kristen, came to Utah for a visit last weekend, and she was quite pleased to meet Katie.  Kristen’s main theory is that Katie looks like one of the Doozers from Fraggle Rock.  And to prove it, she sent me this handy comparison photo in an e-mail today:

Oh, I admit it!  My daughter is a Doozer!  Who likes to doze!  Awwww.

And to round out the Muppet comparisons for the rest of the family (personality-wise, anyhow):

Jeffrey = Gonzo

Eleanor = Prairie Dawn

William = Grover

Brian = Kermit

Me = Um . . . there really aren’t very many adult female Muppets, so let’s just say that I claim Sweetums and leave it at that.