Bear Lake

Living in Utah, there are certain things you are expected to have seen or done in order to receive your official citizenship. The list includes things like visiting Temple Square, hiking in the mountains, seeing the red rocks of southern Utah, being ripped off at Lagoon, having a Big H at Hires and breaking in the nose plugs at the Great Salt Lake. I have lived here my whole life and I think I have seen a lot. Some of these sightseeing trips nearly cost me my life (Thank you Dad!) However there is one place that has eluded me. The legends are abundant in regards to Bear Lake raspberries. There are festivals specifically designed around them. People drive hours to get them, and to visit the lake. I think I have been there once when I was little, but clearly I remember nothing about it. I had some urban legends floating around in my head that have kept me from going (ie. It has bone chilling water that prevents sane people from swimming, and that it is terribly far drive and with kiddos - this is a big drawback). So when Jesse's old mission companion invited us up for the day with his family, I moaned, and sighed and rolled my eyes. I am an idiot.

This was one of the most relaxing and calmest days I have spent anywhere since having children. The weather was perfect, water was cold, but totally swimmable, and it was beautiful.

I think Samuel spent just as much time chasing the birds as he did swimming.

It was so much fun. I highly recommend going. And you must top of your visit with a raspberry shake. I have no pictures of that, because they were not around long enough to photograph.

Now I just have to talk my deathly afraid of fresh water lakes husband that we need a boat!!!