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Hike the Road to WOS in upper Summit Park. Meet at 10:00 at Bub’s house. Wear my new spikes as it’s all packed snow but a few specks of ice. Great hike, 4 miles and 600 feet. Enough calories for a bottle of red wine
Pickleball in the morning followed by dinner at B&M’s with Janelle.
Did the barn loop with Mike. Called in at D&J’s for an espresso and got invited to ribs for dinner. Great ribs and company as always.
In the evening Barbara and Steph come round for drinks. Steph gives us one of his lovely home made cheese boards.
Feeling like you are being taken for a fool by this government? Can’t see the point any more? LISTEN
Another blue bird day. A 3.5 mile hike with Joe down the Hospital loop. Then Smiths for my shopping fix. Followed by a gentle stroll in the afternoon with Wendy, it’s like a Spring day.
In the evening B&M come round for dinner.
Pickle ball to start the day, not one of my better performances. Then we’re off down to Salt Lake to go bowling. By 1400 we’re back home. Another bluebird day 56F.
In the evening it’s Ice Hockey with Joe at Black Rock. Great seats just behind the goal at ice level. Really feel in the action as the Puck comes hurtling to the perspex safety glass and the players bounce off it. They may only be young amateurs but it’s a great game. When you look at all the different names on their shirts it certainly makes you realise that America is a land of immigrants.
Start another bluebird day with a 4 mile walk with Joe.
In the afternoon Wendy and I take a stroll up to the Market, bus ride back.
Pick Mike up and Marianne and we’re off to the Glenwild Golf Club for dinner. Greta food, service, wine and company. Always top quality, even Valet parking.
Saturday, 14 February 2026
Oh is it really Valentine’s Day! Yet another exploitation of a Pagan festival.
Final pack up from 163 as we depart for a week at Mikes. What a planning nightmare as we have winter clothes for Mikes lockup; Summer clothes in the 3rd floor cupboard ready for when we’re back in April; clothes for a week at Mikes; clothes to go back home.
Get settled in at Mikes.
Then it’s dinner at D&J and family – awesome corned beef and cabbage.
Sunday, 15 February 2026
Start the day at Mikes with peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
A 2 mile stroll down the Rail Trail and back with Wendy and Mike.
Then in the afternoon Mike and family are round to Mikes for dinner. Supposedly we’re all going to see Hemnet at the library cinema along with B&M, Mike has free tickets. Joanne, Dan and Marianne back out – did they have a clue how smart that was. So it’s just Wendy, Mike and I along with B&M. after 20 minutes Wendy, Mike and I escape. What a load of crap. Just goes to show a sundance winner and 8 Oscar nominations means diddly squat. Just like a Michelin star means bugger all so does any such nominations, it is a sure indication of best avoided. As we leave a lady asks us why we’re leaving? We tell her we think it’s crap, she agrees with us, and gives us our tickets back.
So it’s back to Mikes for some awesome Courvoiser XO and watch Suits. Shitin in the tall cotton yet again here in our bubble in paradise.
Monday, 16 February 2026
Pickle Ball to start the day.
Lazy afternoon and then in the evening we got to Black Rock with B&M. Great meal.
Katies Hopkins on Labour
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Tuesday, 17 February 2026
Lazy morning. In the afternoon we go over to M&L’s to play Rummikub. What a fun game it is.
In the evening we head over to Midway, to Cubby’s. I’ve been mythering about it for weeks. Turns out it’s still a work in progress. Drive up past the Mercantile to another I’ve wanted to try. What a disaster, they couldn’t even make a decent sandwich.
Wednesday, 18 February 2026
At last it’s snowing. Proper snow. Wendy’s at the Christian Centre. Mike and I are at a loose end so despite the winter storm we set off down to the archery range in Salt Lake. Pick up Marianne on the way. Well I’ve been bemoaning that I wanted to see some proper snow before we left. What better than driving on I80 over Parley’s Summit. Fortunately Mikes car has 4 wheel drive and snow tires. Unlike the dickheads causing chaos on I80, two wheel drives with no snow tires, spinning out everywhere. It’s like a war zone. Certainly made me appreciate the value and importance of 4 wheel drive and snow tires.
Takes us 2 hours to complete a 40 minute journey. Coming back wasn’t much better. Pick Wendy up at Michaels, who had taken shelter there. Then we drive over to the Back 40 at Heber. It was a different world there, no snow. A great meal at Back 40, so we now have 7 restaurants on our top list.
Then we drive Marianne back home. Finally make it home after nearly 6 hours driving.
Thursday, 19 February 2026
Lazy day after the trauma of I80. But at lease it now looks like a ski resort, even if it’s only 8″ of snow. But whites better than brown.
In the evening Mike takes us to Black Rock for dinner. Great meal with French onion soup to start – love it but eating it with dignity is difficult, someone needs to invent French Onion soup scissors. Main course was beef stroganoff – delicious. Wendy’s chicken was tough but complaint got a 50% reduction.
Friday, 20 February 2026
No pickleball because the rug rats are off school. Wendy’s at the Christian Centre.
Friday afternoon is bowling with Mike, Marianne and Arnie.
In the evening we’re off to Carols for a farewell dinner of Raclett – awesome.
Oh, strap in, folks—because if the last round of multicultural madness wasn’t enough to make you spit-take your Earl Grey, let’s crank the satire dial to “nuclear” and dissect this latest gem from the Defra diversity brigade. Remember, we’re talking about a £110,000+ taxpayer-funded, my money, crusade to “de-whiten” the British countryside because, apparently, the biggest threat to our green and pleasant land isn’t climate change, urban sprawl, or overgrazing—it’s the audacity of native Brits enjoying a ramble without a mandatory quota of cultural auditors in tow. But wait, there’s more: enter the dogs. Yes, those filthy, haram hounds that dare to exist in a nation where “inclusivity” means bending over backwards until your spine snaps.
What’s wrong with dogs, you ask? Absolutely bugger all, that’s what. Man’s best friend—loyal, slobbery guardians of hearth and home, who’ll fetch your slippers, scare off burglars, and love you unconditionally even if you’re a useless lump on the sofa. But oh no, in the grand theatre of multicultural accommodation, dogs are now Public Enemy Number One because certain imported sensitivities deem them “unclean.” Unclean! As if Fido’s the one plotting world domination while plotting a route to the nearest fire hydrant. If Muslims—or anyone else—don’t like dogs (or pigs, for that matter, those oinkers who’ve been bacon-ing up British breakfasts since the Romans were here), tough shit indeed. This is Britain, not a bespoke caliphate. We’ve got centuries of tradition involving muddy paws, pub gardens with pooches, and yes, the occasional pork pie at a village fete. You don’t get to waltz in, demand the host nation remodel its entire ecosystem around your medieval taboos, and then cry “Islamophobia” when someone points out that integration means adapting, not dictating.
But let’s not sugarcoat it: this isn’t about dogs or pigs or even the Cotswolds’ alleged “whiteness.” It’s the smoking gun of multiculturalism’s epic failure—the relentless, one-way street where the majority culture is forever on the back foot, apologising for existing while minority groups (and let’s be blunt, we’re talking about a specific subset here) refuse to integrate, incubate separatist enclaves, and nurture dreams of global conquest that make Genghis Khan look like a peacenik. Muslims don’t integrate? Understatement of the millennium. We’ve got no-go zones in cities where Sharia patrols harass women for showing ankle, parallel legal systems that treat honour killings like a cultural quirk, and a steady drip-feed of sermons preaching that the infidels’ lands are ripe for the taking. World domination? It’s not a conspiracy theory when it’s straight out of the holy texts and echoed in mosques from Luton to Lahore. “Make the world submit” isn’t a metaphor; it’s a mission statement, complete with demographic warfare via birth rates that would make rabbits blush and welfare systems milked like sacred cows.
And Defra’s genius plan? Tighten dog controls in national parks because unleashed Labs might “trigger” newcomers who see them as demonic. Brilliant—let’s alienate the taxpaying locals who’ve preserved these landscapes for generations, all to lure in urbanites who, by their own admission, view the countryside as a “colonial white space” and prefer concrete jungles where halal butchers outnumber bookshops. Why stop there? Ban bacon sarnies at picnic sites? Install prayer rooms in every hedgerow? Rebrand Stonehenge as a “multifaith heritage site” with mandatory hijab options for the solstice? It’s the political class’s wet dream: virtue-signal until the last vestige of British identity is erased, then pat themselves on the back for “progress” while the nation fractures into tribal fiefdoms.
Multiculturalism isn’t a melting pot; it’s a pressure cooker with the lid welded shut, waiting to blow. It promises harmony but delivers balkanisation, where every concession to non-integration just emboldens the next demand. Dogs? Pigs? They’re just the canaries in the coal mine. Next it’ll be alcohol bans in villages, gender-segregated footpaths, and diversity officers fining you for flying the St. George’s Cross because it “offends.” If you don’t like it, integrate or emigrate—simple as that. But no, we’ll keep funding reports like Defra’s, pouring millions into making the countryside “relevant” to people who couldn’t care less, all while the real Brits pack up their wellies and retreat to the few unspoiled corners left.
Congratulations, Whitehall wizards—you’ve turned a national treasure into a farce, proving once again that multiculturalism doesn’t fail upward; it just drags everything down to the lowest common denominator of resentment and regression. Pass the leash; someone’s got to walk the dog before it’s declared a hate crime.
So tough shit, if minorities aren’t attracted to our country side don’t go there, or better still LEAVE.
Saturday, 21 February 2026
Leave Mikes after a weeks stay and return to 163. Not too traumatic, just live out of suitcases.
Saturday night is Ice Hockey watching the Outliers play at Black Rock. Fun game with Michael, Marianne and Arnie. There’s plenty of action, crashes and a few penalties for bad behavior. Not as professional as the Olympic teams but plenty of action and goals. Outliers win 5 to 2.
The phrase “cut a shine” is a dated, primarily US slang expression, dating back to at least 1819, that means to make a fine impression by making a show or display. It is often used to describe someone who is putting on a display to impress others, or sometimes, in specific regional contexts (like Appalachia), to make a fuss or behave unseemly.
Key Aspects of “Cut a Shine” and Making a Good Impression:
* Definition: To “cut a shine” is to make a, typically, flashy or impressive show.
* Context: It is used when someone acts “ugly” (acts up) or, conversely, puts on a great performance to be noticed.
* “Take a Shine”: A related, more commonly used phrase is “to take a shine to someone” which means to like someone immediately or to start liking them.
* Alternative Definition: In some regional dialects, particularly in Appalachia, this phrase can also imply causing a commotion or acting in an unseemly manner.
Sunday, 22 February 2026
Lazy morning, Wendy and I do a short walk. Then in the afternoon Mike and I do a 2 mile walk. Weather is a gorgeous blue sky spring day.
In the evening Mike, Wendy, J&D and I are off round to Mariannes for dinner. Great food, wine and company.
Monday, 23 February 2026
Pickle ball is back on in the morning, some good games.
Lazy afternoon, then in the evening we’re off to our favourite restaurant, Blue Boar, with M&L.
Tuesday, 24 February 2026
Lazy and wet morning.
In the afternoon Marianne, Mike and I go bowling. Wow, the place is deserted. Good time to go.
Meet up with B&M, S&B, Marianne, Mike and Sylvia for tea at the Spitz Mediterranean restaurant for a farewell dinner.
Food was ok but will not make the top 7.
Wednesday, 25 February 2026
Up at the crack of Sparrows fart as Mike picks us up and whisks us down SLC airport.
We manage to blague our way into the Delta lounge. Good breakfast and a Long Island Iced tea. Good job as we’ve a 4 hour wait. We’d set off early in anticipation of massive delays at TSA as thanks to congress dispute they are not getting paid. Turns out no delays and very smooth.
Delta flight wasn’t too bad, reasonably comfortable.
Blague our way into the Delta lounge at Atlanta. Great food, have my tea there rather than airline food. 3 Iced teas and an old fashioned and I’m ready for the flight. A sleeping tablet and a couple of Proseccos and I’m asleep, pass on the dinner. A double Cognac is a welcome disturb to me my sleep and then I’m back in the land of nod for the rest of the flight.
And a final thought for my February blog, because apparently, we all need a little reminder of why modern life is such a delightful farce.
Next time you’re trapped in that soul-crushing TSA conga line from the ninth circle of hell—belt yanked off like you’re auditioning for a striptease; shoes banished to the bin as if your loafers are plotting a coup; iPad exhumed from its bag like buried treasure; and oh, the eternal dilemmas: “Can I keep my underpants on, or are they harboring WMDs? Are my glasses a stealth weapon, or just a gateway to clearer vision of this absurdity? Will my innocent tray get the third degree, complete with rubber gloves and a stern glare?”
Just pause amid the beep-beep symphony of scanners and remember: this exquisite ritual of public humiliation is all courtesy of some 7th-century Muslim cave-dweller in a rag headwrap, masterminding chaos from his rocky Airbnb. Ah yes, let’s not forget the culprit religion pulling the strings—Islam, that darling “religion of peace” that’s perpetually offended while handing out lessons in eternal grudges. Peace? More like a violent ideology with a PhD in world domination fantasies, dressed up in holy robes to fool the gullible.
Maybe we should jazz up those airport screens and relieve the boredom with a looping slideshow reminding weary travellers of why they’re in the Conga line; heartwarming photos of all the barbaric acts of Islam from child brides, stoning, wife beating and not forgetting videos of 9/11’s finest moments, just to keep the vibe alive. Because nothing says “enhanced security” like a daily dose of 7th-century barbarism porn, reminding us all how one backward ideology posing a religion turned air travel into a bad BDSM session. Cheers to progress!
Lazy morning then in the afternoon a gang of us go axe throwing.
Welcome to your first day 76 years old, as a reward for living this long let’s inflict a searing back ache on you. Isn’t old age grand, still better than the alternative, or so they say.
Quiet evening in with a very supple box of Zinfandel. Sure helped me suffer TV with a pleasant snooze. All these programs and majority are just tripe. Put you to sleep in seconds.
Lazy sort of day with a gentle stroll. 
Have a weird but pleasant meal of Shrimp and Dungeness crab in a giant plastic bag. Along with a few beers, the most expensive pint ever at $13 plus tax. Great evening.
A totally misleading and marketing driven sign in the local supermarket. Just more Bolloxs from the woke brigade:
Asylum seekers are set to be housed in brand-new council homes under a controversial Labour Government pilot scheme, sparking fears of public fury amid a crippling social housing crisis. The Home Office is pumping £100 million into the programme, allowing councils to build or refurbish properties specifically for asylum seekers, with around 900 new homes expected.
If you believe all the hype about climate change then sign up for this, who knows, it may enlighten you and change your mind:
If people come to live in Britain, they should accept they will live under English or Scottish law
If they want Sharia law there are over 60 countries which can provide it for them
Dropped Wendy off at the pantry so only an hours pickleball.
In the evening Mike takes us out to a Brazillian steak house down in Trolley Square, Salt Lake. Awesome, just what a carnivore needs.
At last it’s fly to PC day. Fortunately flight isn’t until 1330 so have a leisurely start to the day in the Escape lounge, sadly don’t manage to blag our way into Delta at Atlanta, but sat in airport is ok.
Ah, the eternal mystery of American “customer service” — or as we Brits like to call it, “customer servitude avoidance training.” One does wonder if we’ve been spoiled by centuries of expecting shopkeepers to at least pretend they want our money, or if Yanks simply view customers as mildly annoying interruptions to their paperwork. I toddle through life labouring under the delusion that I’m a customer. I know, shocking. I’ve been told it’s treatable common syndrome and I’m not dangerous — apparently there’s a 12 – step program involving mandatory indifference and a lifetime supply of “have a nice day” said through gritted teeth. After being subjected to the financial equivalent of a full cavity search by Chase and Wells Fargo—complete with more fine-print weasel words than a politician’s expense claim — I thought I’d try Zions Bank.
Another sunny but cool day.
Evening we end up at Jerri’s for a tree trimming party – not a clue what to expect. But we had a great evening good company, great food and plenty of wine. As for creating pop corn and cranberry decorations that was a first. Overall another unique American experience.
Go round to the Eccles Centre to watch Angela perform in a talent show. She was very good, sat on a stool, sang and played her guitar.
Wake to a lovely white world. We’ve had the first snow, all 3 inches of it. Can you believe that by 0900 all the roads have been plowed and all the paths, including our deck to the front door, have been cleared.
Another gorgeous day. No snow. No pickleball. Just a walk from Willow Creek up to the White Barn and back, about 3 miles.
Another bluebird day. Off for a 3 mile walk around the White barn. Awesome weather, sunny and warm enough – a great to be alive sort of day.
THE UGLY TRUTH About Pickleball’s New “Elite” Culture — And Why It’s Quietly Killing the Game
The scene from 224 driving back from Kimble Junction is amazing.
Just off on my way over to Mikes for pistol shooting and this Magnificent beast is stood outside barring the way. Walk around him and fortunately he doesn’t give a rats arse.
Why are the Worlds politicians so gullible? My rants for this months blogs are going to explore how gullible and stupid they are with respect to Islam, France, Iran, China and Hamas.
Let’s start with the Worlds politicians, especially the UK’s, in respect of Islam.
A Jolly Look at Our “Special Relationship” with France
Spend two hours booking flights. Got a good Virgin Atlantic deal on Upper Class for 110K points and $1,100 for both of us ATL to MAN.
In the afternoon we go over to Marrianes to play Canasta. Having Mike as our tutor, all the patience of a Brit in a queue when someone cuts in, is not really the smartest way to learn games that has more rules than the UK tax laws. But thanks to both of them for putting up with us. Whatever you do don’t waste a wild card on a two card meld.
Another day when Wendy has to take it easy so I have a morning bike ride. It’s so windy it’s blowing the stripes of the American flag.
Meanwhile, in unrelated news, the NHS has decided to save a few quid by making patients wait even longer. Because nothing says “healthcare” like a good old-fashioned queue, right?
Another cold but sunny day. Decide to try a Newcomers hike.
Start the day with one of Bub’s hikes around Round Valley.
It seems that Starmers latest stupidity is to try and introduce ID cards. Perhaps he thinks this diversion will save his bacon.
Meanwhile Mike puts up his all important Halloween decorations and has a ton of sweets ready for the kids on Halloween night.
Why We Absolutely, Definitely, Desperately Need a Definition of Islamophobia (Because Apparently Common Sense Is Now a Criminal Offence)
Because nothing says “progress” like a law that might one day “land you in jail for saying the wrong thing”.
In the afternoon have a final hike with Mike around Trailside.
Oh, the unparalleled thrill of soaring the skies with Delta, where luxury meets… utter chaos. Picture this: you’re settled in, ready to binge some in-flight entertainment, but the TV’s deader than my enthusiasm for airline food. Forty minutes into this glamorous journey, they saunter by with headphones for the screen—because who doesn’t love a little delayed gratification? 
3 Pack up your Union Flags and kiss democracy goodbye, because we’re apparently living in a police state so oppressive it makes Orwell’s “1984” look like a cozy rom-com. Our basic freedoms? Pfft, those are under daily assault, and to prove it, I’ve lovingly cataloged the carnage in relation to the US Constitutional Amendments — y’know, that dusty old Bill of Rights you pretend still matters. Let’s dive into this carnival of absurdity, shall we?
Up at the crack of sparrow’s fart. Collect Fiona and Jasper, who look far too cheerful for this time of day. Preston Station’s only claim to fame seems to be their buffet, during the First World War was a welcome retreat for the soldiers going to war. Sadly it doesn’t seem to have been touched since then, a place where caffeine and patience go to die.
Leisurely start. Jasper’s navigating today, under protest, because apparently Google Maps is beneath him.
Metro to Notre Dame, which is heaving with tourists. More bodies than the Kaaba at Eid. Hop on the Big Bus Tour — the universal badge of “I have given up trying to pretend I’m local.”, but a great way to see Paris.
Autumn in Paris! Start the day with something flaky and buttery — Fiona’s 39 today, and we’re celebrating by failing to get Louvre tickets. Website only offers Friday slots. Excellent. Plan B? We don’t have one.
At the second floor, we join yet another queue for the lift to the top. By now it’s dark; the view’s spectacular. Another queue to come down to the second floor, naturally — this is France, not efficiency boot camp.
eakfast at the boulangerie, naturally — the pastries are now a personality trait.
Off to Jardin d’Acclimatation (or as Jasper calls it, “the French theme park”). Fewer screams than Alton Towers, but fun nonetheless a good choice on Jaspers part.
Then back to the Louvre — the underground Carousel entrance spares us the queue. Inside is a maze of statues and more broken pottery than Muslims at a stoning. We elbow through the scrum to see the “Moaning Lisa”, who’s about the size of a postage stamp.
The term “Arla and farting cows” refers to a recent controversy surrounding Arla Foods, a dairy company, and its pilot program to use a feed additive called Bovaer to reduce methane emissions from its dairy cows. While methane emissions are indeed a significant greenhouse gas and cows are a major source of it, the additive is not meant to stop “farting” but to suppress the enzyme in the cow’s digestive system responsible for methane production. Critics of the program have raised concerns about “adulterating” food products, despite the additive being scientifically proven safe and not remaining in milk or meat products.
Arla is trialing its Bovaer-fed milk with Tesco, Morrisons, and Aldi, so you may find Arla products containing the additive at these UK supermarkets.
Lead an easy bike ride in the morning. As no one turns up Mike and I make it a ride down to the coffee shop. Temperature great 70’ish and sunny, but the wind back uphill is a killer. Wendy’s volunteering.
Then we set off down to the Utah State Fair. Wow, one thing that leaps out at you in Salt Lake is how the body shape changes. Must be nearly 60% grossly obese. Great place to motivate me on my diet with all these blobbies shuffling around and quite a few in wheelchairs. Such a stark contrast to the healthy looking fitness freaks of PC.
Fair was interesting. Mainly junk food stalls. With all those Blobies to remind me I managed to resist, even the deep fried Oreos. A lot of exhibition halls with art and prize winners in.
As usual I lead an Easy Hike up Dubois trail. Good turnout of 10 but they’re all women. A noisy hike.
Mike and I do a short easy bike ride in the afternoon.
Start the day with 2 hours of pickleball at crack of sparrows fart 0830. Then Mike and I go down to Salt lake to pick up my Ultra 3 Apple Watch. Can’t believe the queue to just get in the store and then a queue to actually pick up the watch. If they keep this shoddy customer service up I’ll be going over to the Dark Side with Android.
Then after car cleaning, petrol we’re off to play Ten Pin Bowling.
It’s a quiet evening in for Wendy and I.
The flammulated owl (Psiloscops flammeolus) is a small migratory North American owl in the family Strigidae. It is the only species placed in the genus Psiloscops.
Description
The flammulated owl is a small, nocturnal owl approximately 15 cm (6 in) long with a 36 cm (14 in) wingspan. With such large wings for a small body, they can fly rapidly from tree to tree. Males and females can be distinguished by their weight. Females are larger, ranging from 62–65 g (2.2–2.3 oz) and males are smaller ranging from 50–52 g (1.8–1.8 oz). The owl gets the name flammulated from the flame-like markings on its face.[9]
The flammulated owl is similar in appearance to the western screech owl, but is only about one-quarter the mass, lacks large ear tufts (but has small ear tufts that are barely visible), and has dark eyes and a different voice. The elf owl is smaller and the mountain pygmy owl is about the same size. The call is a series of relatively deep, single or double hoots.
Independence Day, so as usual we go over to the Oakley Parade, Mike and M&L join us. It’s an awesome small town parade. Epitomises all that’s great about America. How anyone can fail to be proud of America just amazes me. Flags everywhere and even 50 flags along the road in Oakley. So much better than PC parade as they throw out candy, we’ve a big bag full ready for when the kids come over.
Such a pity we don’t have parades anymore. Heaven forbid we should offend anyone.
In the afternoon we have a barbecue with friends.
Then it’s a quiet evening in once everyone has gone. Marianne invited us to the Glenwild Fireworks, always a great display, but it was at 2200 and there was a lot of heavy rain marauding around so we gave it a miss this year.
Bike ride. Airport run to take Carol and Angela to airport. Coffee shop and Costco whilst we’re down there.
Then in the evening Marianne throws a birthday party for Mike’s 83rd birthday. Great evening awesome food, wine and company.
Early morning hike with Mark and Joe up Charlies 9K. It’s an easy out and back with great views.
How does a community of 436 souls – vast majority Mormon – afford such a free extravaganza. Events have been going on all day to celebrate Pioneer day.
Charleston is a town in Wasatch County, Utah, United States. The population was 436 at the 2020 census.
The community was named after Charles Shelton, a first settler.
According to the United States Census Bureau, the town has a total area of 1.9 square miles (4.9 km2), of which 1.7 square miles (4.4 km2) is land, and 0.2 square miles (0.52 km2), or 10.16%, is water.
In 1858, trapper Aaron Daniels moved to a place on the Provo River just north of where Charleston is today.
The first farmers put in crops at Charleston in 1859, and the first houses were built by George Noakes and William Manning late that year near Noakes springs. Manning and George Noakes were the only residents until 1863 when a few others moved in. In 1866, there were about a dozen families, and after that, the population began to grow even faster.
Bike ride with Mike down to Kimble junction. Then ten pin bowling in the afternoon. In the evening we drive down to the airport pick the kids up. They’re all shattered.
Grandkids are up at the crack of sparrows fart (0500). Plenty of noise and they’re hyper, but really great to have them. Jasper wants to go a bike ride at 0600.
After breakfast we let them have all the toys, mainly dolls and girly things, Wendy has bought for them from the Christian Centre. Awesome, a bedroom full. They’re so excited.
Sort out their bikes and then they’re all terrorizing the neighbourhood.
After lunch they all swan off down to walmart. I give it a miss.
Then in the afternoon Mike comes round for dinner with more candy for the kids.
In the morning lead a hike with Jasper and Kurt around Snowtop.
Whilst in the evening Mike comes round to babysit the kids whilst Wendy and I take Kurt and Fiona to the Blue Boar Inn for dinner. Awesome food and Swiss hunting lodge ambiance.
In the morning I lead an easy bike ride.
In the evening Wendy and I go to the Oakley diner with M&L. As awesome as ever.
Another glorious sunny day.
Then it’s time to go and persecute some Clay Pigeon, not that they have anything to fear from me this year.
Robert Jenrick MP
Then we’re left with a quiet evening in sipping Bourbon and watching Game Of Thrones. Our TV’s interrupted with the sighting of the first Moose across the road. We abandon TV and sit on the deck watching the Moose and sipping Bourbon – now if that ain’t shittin in the tall Cotten, I don’t know what is, awesome. Pictures tell the story better.
Another sunny day. Lead a hike in the morning with a short bike ride in the afternoon. Quiet night in for a change.
Yet another sunny bike ride down to the coffee shop.
Hell of a busy day here in Paradise. Wendy’s volunteering at the Pantry. Meanwhile I’m off on one of Bubs hikes up to the top of Sky Ridge Peak, 4.8 mile and 915 feet elevation gain. 
Then we’re back to Mikes for Dinner with MariAnne, Joe and Dan. A nice bit of Omaha steak, some great food followed by a few large XO brandies – helps me sleep. There’s Artichokes for dinner so we get instructed on how to eat them and how to cut out the Heart. They’re ok but it is a lot of messing.
Start the day with a fluffy buttermilk pancake smoothered in Maple syrup and fruit.
Amazing.
Lead an Easy Hike around my favourite Road to WOS hike. Fortunately all the snows gone and the views are awesome.
Okonomiyaki, Tilapia and Mahi mahi, also known as dolphinfish or dorado, is a popular, lean, white fish with a mild, sweet flavour.
Up at the crack of Sparrows Fart for a 09:30 hike with Bub, out and back along the Moose Hollow Trail up to the top of Parleys Summit to see the telephone masts. It’s 4.5 mile and 1001 feet of elevation gain. Awesome views from the top.
Short walk in the morning; bowling in the afternoon; TGIF in the evening.
Early morning death march led by Mike up East Canyon – Big Mountain trails. Awesome flowers and views. 
In the evening I lead a group of us try axe throwing. Great fun. Then Alberto’s takeaway at ours for Mike and family. Lovely fun evening.
Scientists have found that penguin guano releases high levels of ammonia into the atmosphere. When this ammonia mixes with sulfur compounds from ocean phytoplankton, it triggers the rapid formation of aerosol particles. These particles grow into clouds, which may have a cooling effect on the Earth’s surface.
The researchers say that even after the penguins leave, the leftover guano continues to release noticeable amounts of ammonia for days. What’s more interesting is that researchers noticed that cloud formation closely followed these ammonia surges. In one case, fog appeared just a few hours after the chemical levels spiked.