Count the Camaro's

Do you just love Chevrolet Camaros? And I mean really love them? Even before the 2009 Camaro turned out to be a transformer named Bumblebee who is an awesome fighter and has a good sense of humor? Really? If you can answer yes to all four of these questions, then the Cache Valley Cruise-In is the place for you. On the Fourth of July every year, Cache Valley closes down main street, so people can cruise in their restored (and sometimes not restored) hot rods. It is quite an entertaining event. Living in Cache Valley for most of my life, I took this event for granted, and only watched the parade of cars a handful of times. Jess had never seen it, and since we were in town for the Fourth, she didn't want to miss an opportunity to see what this event was all about.

The Camaro was by far the most popular car this year. It seemed that every other car was a Camaro, so I invented a game called Count the Camaros. I think I won. I am really good at counting (and I was the only one playing). What follows is a small sampling of the whole.

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4...5... (2 for 1)

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Eleven Camaros was enough to win the game this year. If you have never seen the cruise-in, maybe that should be integrated into next year's summer plan. I'd be happy to take on any challengers who would think to beat me at Count the Camaros.

A radish as big as my hand

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You might think that I am low on material when I blog about a radish, but you haven't seen this radish. Our garden is kicking out giant radishes, without the use of growth hormones, or even plant food. The soil here is a hard clay, and while many plants are struggling for survival, the radishes are really loving it. We tried to keep up with our radish harvest, but somehow, this one escaped our view, and grew out of control. We actually thought it was a carrot, but it was in the wrong row. And the carrots are still quite small. Compared to other "normal" radishes, this radish is a giant. I've actually grown quite fond of him too, and would think it a shame to eat him. Jess thinks it stems from detachment issues from my childhood, but I wouldn't know anything about that. She is the psychology major.

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Okay, I know it is a stretch to consider this entry among blogger's elite, but stay tuned when I next blog about our giant potatoes.