Aspen Grove after 41 years

The year that Randy and I were married we were students at BYU. Most everything in our lives was diminutive -- our apartment, our car, our income, and yes, believe it or not, even our bodies (Randy was a whopping 155 pounds and I tipped the scale at 120. I hope that is the weight on record when my body is restored to its "perfect" state). We drove a little green Volkswagon Beetle, which could go just about anywhere. One night as we prepared to go to bed we noticed out the window that it had begun to snow -- big lacy flakes. Clad only in our PJs, we tucked ourselves into the car; no coats, just slippers on our feet, and our new wool car robe spread over our laps. (What were we thinking?!) We drove up Provo Canyon and turned off toward Sundance, anxious to see just how far our little beetle bug would make it. Once we turned off the main road we entered a virtual fairyland. Every twig, every branch, every pine needle was coated with snow. Not a tire track anywhere. Not a sound of any kind. Like the Energizer Bunny, our little car could have gone on forever, but when we reached Aspen Grove we got to thinking about what might happen if we slid off the road. We sat and watched the snow fall, then inched our way back down the canyon, through the dark streets of Provo, and straight into bed. We both remember this magical adventure with clarity and detail. It never crossed our minds that some day we would spend an idyllic week enjoying Aspen Grove with Emily and Adam. Gotta run -- it's lunchtime!