Jer the rescuer

Jer saw three bears when he went to save Levi. (Look how fat they look! Does that mean it is going to be a cold winter?)

When we first moved to G.J. it felt like life was falling apart. It didn't matter what we did it felt like we were never going to dig out of the problems that we were having. Jer and I both had a big slice of humble pie. Jer and I really started to like that new country song by Tracy Lawrence, "Find Out Who Your Friends Are!" It seemed like our friends and family were taking care of us. I just want to say a big fat THANKS, and that brings me to what Jer and I have been up to lately. Jer is working for Patterson drilling. He really likes getting his hands dirty, and working hard. He works for 2 wks. on, and then has 2 wks. off. I don't know which weeks he works harder. The last two weeks he had off he and Payton went up to the cabin to help put the ceiling up. Parker and I would join them on Friday night. Friday Parker and drove up to the cabin, and near the Gold Basin turn off I saw the biggest Bull Elk I have ever seen. Of course Parker and could not find the camera, and it was too dark for a good photo anyway. So we were just content to watch it until it walked into the trees. We got to the cabin about 8 pm with no problems, but Uncle Stan & Aunt Sandy came up a couple of hours later, and the wind had blow two separate trees across the road.

Jer and Dad Nailing up the shiplap.

On Saturday we helped put up the shiplap (sp?) on the ceiling upstairs in the cabin. In the afternoon Lyman, and Stan came to the cabin, and Lyman was pretty frazzled, and I would be too if I had just tipped my backhoe over in a hole. My parents took the kids to their house on Saturday night, and Jer and I stayed at the cabin, and Sunday morning we went to see if we could help Lyman get his backhoe out, well actually I just went to make fun of him, and take some great pics of Nations Towing getting the backhoe unstuck. It was actually frozen to the ground. I went down to watch Conf. at my parents house, and left Jer to help Lyman, gather Uncle Dale's horses and bring his horse trailer down, fix the Holyoak Ranches sign, Winterize the cabin so the water wouldn't freeze, and bring Dad's 4wheeler down. Well he got all of them done except the sign, even delivering Uncle Dale's hoses. He stayed and helped Lyman fix the tire on the backhoe. On the way off of the mountain they found Uncle Paul who had bounced his spare tire out of the back of his truck and run it over, so they took that tire to Moab to get it fixed for him. Jer got home late on Monday, and was barely getting caught up on his sleep when on Wednesday his Dad called at 4:00 am to tell him that Cassie had been looking for Levi since 11 pm the night before. Jer drove to the Mountain again and found Levi right off. His truck had broken down on San Juan Lumber, and he had walked to Redd's Hunting camp and spent the night. Jer then spent the day helping Levi fix his truck. We were going to take family photos that night, but Jer didn't make it, in the previous post you will see the best I could do on my own. When Jer got home he started packing so that we could go back to the cabin to help with the ceiling again. I finished all of the Christmas boxes that I was working on, so we were able to leave on Thursday instead of making Jer wait until Friday. When we got to Moab we left the kids with my Mom and went to town, on the way home we saw Uncle Paul unloading his truck at the store so we stopped to help. Mirah and Paul had gone to the IFA show, and Mirah had won a ton and a half of bird seed lucky girl. After helping unload they started talking about the next day when the would be gathering their cows. I volunteered Jer to go, and then all the way to my parents house he complained that he didn't have his good saddle or chaps or spurs, etc... Any way I said "do you want me to call Uncle Paul and tell him you don't want to go?" and Jer told me no. So I told him to suck it up and go ride and be happy about it. So he went and got to the cabin about midnight Friday night, and bringing Megan, Lindsay, and their old roommate Kim, and another friend Jerry. Jer then told me he had spent the day helping Uncle Dale, and he ripped his pants going through the oak brush. We got some sleep, and then Saturday we spent the day putting up the ceiling in the cabin. Oh I have to put in that while we were working Uncle Lyman had to come to the cabin to ask my Dad to pull his truck out of the hole he created with his backhoe. When it was finally time to go home from the cabin Dad's truck wouldn't start because my Mom had accidentally left the key on. When they did jump start the truck it was vibrating like crazy, because his harmonic balancer had broken. Anyway it was snowing on the mountain, and he didn't want to leave his truck up there. So Jer hooked on to him and started pulling his truck down off the mountain. It didn't have brakes, power steering, or lights because of the dead battery. Jer pulled Dad's truck for a while, and then he unhooked him, and he coasted down the road using his flashlight as headlights which he would have to drop every time he came to a corner so he could use both hands to steer. Meanwhile Mom's dog got left at the cabin, and Nathan had to drive back to pick him up. I bet the friends that Megan and Lindsay brought home for the weekend thought our family was absolutely nuts. So we all finally made it home from the cabin, even Pockets. On Sunday after church Jer and I were talking about how much we loved Moab, and we were chatting with friends, and walking toward our truck when Sue Brady pulled up and asked Jer to go help the gentalmen on oxygen because he had a flat tire. Jer went over and Raymand Carling was there getting ready to help, but Jer took over, which then gave Raymond and I time to talk over some family history. I love that my husband is so approachable, it feels so much better to be helping others, then to have to be the one needing help. Okay I think that this is my longest blog ever, I hope everyone can understand it.