Very beautiful but rugged country. This is in Marysvale canyon, in Utah, on our way home. The shady day let the colors in the rocks show very well. Diane enjoyed reminiscing about her Grandpa Pitts, her Mother's Father. His family, and my Mother as a little girl, lived in a ranch 10 miles out of town called, of course, the 10-mile ranch. That area is not as hilly, lots of sagebrush on long, flat plains with the water from the reservoir in the distance. (No photos of that area this trip, unfortunately.) The Pitts family was known for their excellent horsemanship, and they broke horses for many folks in the area, including "Butch Cassidy" and his family. Diane's Mother confirmed that this is fact, not legend. Diane fondly remembers Grandpa Elbert Pitts as a quiet man, who took her and her siblings on gentle rides on a horse he had nursed back to health. Then, he rode the horse at a gallop, so the horse would get a real workout. The sun was setting, and Diane vividly remembers them silhouetted against the sunset as Mother explained how he rode so smoothly. (This was in Tuba City, AZ, where he later lived.) He passed away when Diane was 20. His early death from emphysema and lung cancer was in part due to his work in a uranium mine years earlier in the Marysvale area. He also served in WWII. I wish my children could have met him, but he is most likely among those watching all of our lives from the spirit world. Good memories.
This little gem of a rest stop is easy to miss, but well worth the stop. It is just on the north edge of Marysvale. While Diane reminisces, Bill and HoneyBear get a bite to eat!
Pretty rocky views all around!
Time to go! (Well, a little rearranging,
then time to go!) Bill enjoyed sharing in Diane's reminisces, and getting to see some of the country that her ancestors lived in. We will try to post more about our trip soon.
Very beautiful but rugged country. This is in Marysvale canyon, in Utah, on our way home. The shady day let the colors in the rocks show very well. Diane enjoyed reminiscing about her Grandpa Pitts, her Mother's Father. His family, and my Mother as a little girl, lived in a ranch 10 miles out of town called, of course, the 10-mile ranch. That area is not as hilly, lots of sagebrush on long, flat plains with the water from the reservoir in the distance. (No photos of that area this trip, unfortunately.) The Pitts family was known for their excellent horsemanship, and they broke horses for many folks in the area, including "Butch Cassidy" and his family. Diane's Mother confirmed that this is fact, not legend. Diane fondly remembers Grandpa Elbert Pitts as a quiet man, who took her and her siblings on gentle rides on a horse he had nursed back to health. Then, he rode the horse at a gallop, so the horse would get a real workout. The sun was setting, and Diane vividly remembers them silhouetted against the sunset as Mother explained how he rode so smoothly. (This was in Tuba City, AZ, where he later lived.) He passed away when Diane was 20. His early death from emphysema and lung cancer was in part due to his work in a uranium mine years earlier in the Marysvale area. He also served in WWII. I wish my children could have met him, but he is most likely among those watching all of our lives from the spirit world. Good memories. 
This little gem of a rest stop is easy to miss, but well worth the stop. It is just on the north edge of Marysvale. While Diane reminisces, Bill and HoneyBear get a bite to eat!
Pretty rocky views all around!
Time to go! (Well, a little rearranging, then time to go!) Bill enjoyed sharing in Diane's reminisces, and getting to see some of the country that her ancestors lived in. We will try to post more about our trip soon.
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