This week started out hot.  Literally.

For those of you who don’t know, I work in a sketch area in Salt Lake.  In the last six months we have had a police chase in our parking lot, found a package in a tree near our main entrance [it was drugs: poorly hidden and poorly packaged if you ask me], and a domestic dispute.  This week there was a fire.  Luckily it was outside of the building.  We didn’t even realize what was happening until a very colorful [and strung-out] man walked in to let us know that there was a car fire outside.

We were all glued to the window until the Fire Department showed up and made us all back away from the window in case of an explosion.  They had to inspect our building and everything.  I’d be lying if I told you that we didn’t all love the excitement and thrill of it all.  And on a positive note, nobody was hurt.

Also this week, Zach had two ice hockey games.  He is on two teams this year, which are in the same league, so we spent two of our evenings this week at the Olympic Oval in Kearns.  It will be interesting to see what he does when his two teams play each other in a few weeks…

I try to be a supportive wife and attend as many games as possible, but his games often cut into my gym time.  So, we have created a little ritual for ourselves.  When Zach has a 10:00 pm game we drive down south, grab us some dinner [this time it was Sakana Sushi], run random errands at Jordan Landing, and then head over to the Oval.

The Olympic Oval has an indoor track.  We usually arrive 30 minutes before his game is to start – so when he is getting geared up in the locker room, I make my way around the track.  It’s a win-win!  Yes, I am a hot mess of a spectator, but it works for us.

Friday after work we made our way up to Bear Lake to meet my family.  Obviously I made Zach stop at the Grist in Brigham City before we could continue on for the last leg of our drive.  Zach never really enjoys it – calling it “just another Great Harvest”, but I beg to differ.  I realize I ate it multiple times a week in my college days, but nobody makes bread like the Old Grist Mill.  N O B O D Y!

I love Logan Canyon – the views are always breathtaking and it was perfect timing.  The sunset was gorgeous and we even spotted three moose making their way down to the river.

When we arrived at the cabin it was quite late and some of us were already asleep mid movie night.

The next morning it was chilly.  Too chilly to take the boat out just yet.  So we decided to take a drive around the lake for some ice and other necessities.

After lunch it finally warmed up enough for my dad to agree to launch the boat.  It was our first time boating of the summer season.  Some of us had been in their swim attire since 6:45 am because they were so excited…

There were very few boats out and about, which made it fun to cruise around.  Nobody wanted to get in the water due to almost 50 degree temperatures.  It took some convincing, but two of us eventually got in.

Technically, my uncle was pushed in.  But that counts, right?  I had convinced myself that I had to get in and swim at least once this trip considering I will be swimming in the same lake in three months.  My uncle warned me about how cold it was, but I insisted.  My brother and I grew up on a boat.  I have swam thousands of times in several different lakes before, but leisure swimming is much different that distance swimming.  I wanted to have at least one experience swimming in open water before this race.  So I geared up.

I don’t have a wetsuit for the race yet, so instead I wore my mom’s old waterskiing two-piece wetsuit.  It did the job.

When I first jumped in, I physically couldn’t breathe.  The water was so cold after I dove in that I had to remind myself to breathe in and out normally.  Usually in even in chilly water your body adjusts pretty quick, but I think it was a little too cold and my body just wouldn’t warm up.  So I decided to get moving.  Bear Lake is actually a very clean and clear lake.  It shocked me how far I could see down into the water.  Which was my first little hiccup.  I freaked when I could see a fish too close to me, which is something you don’t really see when you are waterskiing or wakeboarding.  I think I like having my head OUT of open water more than in and looking down when I can’t see what is around me.

After getting over my fish phobia I was reminded of two things.  1.  Breathing while swimming is really hard.  2.  Breathing while swimming in freezing cold water is miserable.  My family puttered around in our boat next to me for a while until I couldn’t feel my hands or feet anymore.  That’s when I decided to get out.  I didn’t swim that far, but it was something I had to experience for myself.

We didn’t spend too much time out on the boat after that and all made our way back to shore.

It was a short trip and we left that afternoon to head back home.  We joined some friends of ours at their house for a BBQ later that night and decided we weren’t ready to go home yet and topped off the night with a very late movie at the Gateway.  We saw the Internship with Owen and Vince, which was “aiiiight” if you were to ask Zach.

Sunday after church we spent the evening with my family to celebrate Father’s Day.  We devoured grilled hot dogs and hamburgers and watched the Spurs crush the Heat.

I dare you not to like my dad.  Everyone that has ever met him knows that he is his “own person”, but the best kind of person.  I want to be just like him.

I am so grateful for my father-in-law Mark as well, and am forever indebted to him for raising my husband and the future father to my children.

Happy Father’s Day!