Pictures from around town

Redrocks. As a kid we would spend hours sliding down the side of these hills on the wooden slides that fit in the grooves. I don't know how many hours were spent going down the hills, or how many pairs of pants were destroyed by the friction of the sandstone.




On Monday I had a chance to get up early and spend some time wandering around town. I took some of these photos, I don't think I will comment on them all, unless anybody has any comments or questions. To anybody who hasn't been to Escalante I hope you enjoy the pictures, for those of you that have been hopefully it will bring back memories.


This first picture was from Theron and Dixies yard. Theron was my Grandpas neighbor for as long as I can remember. He always had one of the nicest yards in town. He was always aware of Grandma and Grandpa and took care of some of the small things for them. Theron was killed in a car accident this past year and I know that he will be missed by his community. In a small town every person is an essential part of a small family. When one of the towns family members passes, the loss is felt by everyone, and there is a noticeable void. It was nice to see the flags put out by Dixie and I couldn't pass by without thinking about Theron or imagining him out working in his yard or tinkering with something in the garage.




The Tire swing. Over the years this has been a place where hours of time has been spent. Whether it has been kids being pushed, or slowly rocking and listening to the creek from the chains as they rub across the crossbar, this has always been a favorite place for the Grandkids to hang out.

The Escalante E. I like how the small towns all have their initial somewhere on a hillside. Every town has one and it is almost like "Wheres Waldo" trying to find it.

Looking down main street.

Grandpas truck. The tire was mounted on the front when Grandpa got older. He thought it would be easier to get to if he ever had to change it. I kind of agree Elisa that it probably would have made a safe bumper.

Griffins store was a favorite as a kid. They had the candy in a glass case and an old coke refrigerator by the front door. It was always a treat to get to go to the store with Grandpa and watch him pull out his old coin holder to count out the loose change and maybe even get a treat. When I was up on this trip the clerk at the grocery store recognized me as a Mecham and told me about one of the last times that Grandpa had come in. He said that after checking out the groceries, Grandpa reached in and pulled out some old silver dollars (not the real silver). He handed over the coins as part of the payment and said, "here, I want to pay you with these, I have been saving them for a while and want you to keep them. That way when I'm gone you will have something to remember me by". He said he still has the coins.

This is my favorite mountain range. Out of Grandpas back door you look directly at the sheer cliffs. There are a couple of arches etched out, and when it rains there are waterfalls that flow over the edge and fall a couple hundred feet. I took this from across the valley from the top of the town water tower.

I saw this old bulldozer. I have an excavation license and have several pieces of equipment. None are as old or cool as this old thing.

The road to Posey Lake.

Aunt Marlene was Postmaster at this Office. When she found out that I had a stamp collection she would send me collcetor stamps. Part of Grandpas daily routine was to run up to the Post office to check the mail.