7-17-12

Since it looked like the rain was going to hold off until later, we figured it would be a good time to move north.  Roads were ok thru the Indian reservation but the one town we went thru looked so depressing, we didn’t even stop.  Somewhere on Highway 2 was a little restaurant that had a big enough parking lot that we could stop.  Unbeknown to us, this place was well known for its homemade pies.  Larry had apple and I had a couple bites.  We passed thru the US/Canadian border without incident and found a campground in Cardston.  Once we got plugged in, we were invited to dinner with a family reunion gathered in the same area.  Larry didn’t want dinner that late but I went with plate in hand.  This was a family of Mormons.  The grandfather was from New Zealand and had taught some of the customs and songs to his children and grandchildren.  Dinner had been cooked in a pit which was fine.  What impressed me most was the children were very comfortable up on a stage using mikes doing all sort of made up skits and jokes.  I was even presented with a copy of the family cookbook.  What delightful people.