The Glass Mountains

              On a Monday, we had a field trip day. We went to the salt plains were you can dig the salt crystals. Us kids were really wanting to dig, but we were on our way to the Glass Mount. and it had just rained, so it was really muddy. You know how moms are when you show up in town covered with mud.

                  The salt on top of the ground was really cool. The Dig Area was roped off and ever so often, they would move it so that the salt crystals would have time to form.

                    We was at least able to get out and walk around. The wind so blowing pretty hard...

...and it was pretty cold.

                 The boys loaded up their bikes in the back of the truck. They had fun wheelin' around on the salt plain.
                 

           

                 We finally got our first look at the famous Glass Mountains.

And for being in the middle of 'flat no-where', they were really impressive.

The colors of the res dirt and the dark green of the cedar

trees were an interesting contrast. I tried painting it, but it look more like a volcano. Impressionist painting. It was the way my mind saw it and the way it told my hand to put it on canvas. The jagged lines appealed to my eye differently than the more smooth lines, rolling hills, do here at home. The horizon the same height of the mount. itself made it had to tell distance in my painting also.   

This crooked one was the model for my painting. I took it specially for a painting. 

The view was like this all the way around. It was beautiful.

                                                                                                                                                         

Again, I am missing from the pics. I have a way of get the 

camera and keeping it, leaving myself unobserved.

Sydney will probably hate me for this pic, and putting it 

on here, but I love it!

(I'm still trying to find out how to turn pics right side up.)

This is the flowering plant life up on the Glass Mount. You should have seen me trying to get the camera to focus right, keep the flowers still with the wind blowing, keeping my hair out of the pic, etc. It was hilarious. I really liked the white ones with the yellow centers. They were so elegant and perfect.

Why do boys find it so fun to climb the dirt pile, then run and jump? (Though I'll admit, I still climb the dirt piles:)) Just like baby calves. Daddy pushes up all the manure out from around the hay rings when it gets about knee deep and as soon as it dries a little, you'll walk down there and all the baby calves are up on that dirt pile.

                                                     Bethany