Jet Has Landed

We have another grandson! Born in Kanab on March 11, 6lbs 6 0z , 20 inches he sounds like a keeper. (if he was a trout he would be a fine specimen also) He was supposed to be born in St. George, but they decided to go to the Kanab hospital first because a snowstorm was hitting southern Utah. It was a good thing they did or he would have been born in Colorado City and would have had to be a polygamist and worn long sleeve shirts even in the summer. Sloan is doing fine and did the delivery old school no drugs or whiskey. For his name they are leaning toward Jet Kolin Larsen. Johnny and Jet, sounds like a couple of cool brothers - I can't wait to hold them both.

Skiing with Boo

Bryant and I decided to go skiing this last weekend. We went to Lookout Ski Resort that is on a mountain pass in the Selkirks Mountain Range. It is literally on the Idaho - Montana border with the main lift going right up the state line. Its kinda a funky smaller resort but has some good runs and a lot of snow this year. It was a great day with the sun out and not many people. (one of it's finest amenities) Bry is a pretty good skier, he has only been a few times last year and a few this year. He cruises pretty good and never wipes out, good balance for a big dude. After a morning of cruising the medium runs we went down a double diamond run. It was steep and a little icy but didn't seem to bad I got about halfway down and stopped to watch Boo. He was already down; it looked like a disaster had struck. He was sitting up facing down the slope and one ski was above him in Montana and one pole was below him in Idaho, he was trying to put his hat back on and seemed a little stunned. I was down too far to do anything to help but a guy stopped and picked up his ski and started to bring it to him. Suddenly Boo started sliding on his butt down the hill, picking up speed and spraying snow. I tried to yell at him to dig in but he just kept going lost both skis and was out of control. He finally stopped and the nice man gathered up all his stuff and brought it to him. But he couldn't stand up on the steep slope to get his skis on. I told him to just slide the rest of the way down which he did. We finally got him back together and looked up the hill at the trench he dug with his butt all the way down the run. After a few more runs I took him in the lodge for some food and hot chocolate. When we sat down I looked at him and he was as white as a ghost except for some blue lips. Everybody else in there had rosy red faces from the sun and cold. He said he hit his head pretty hard on the wipeout so I guess he had a concussion or something. I knew from experience with Ty that this would lead to mindless questions and a monotonous trip to the hospital for nothing, so we went back out and hit the slopes. It was fun! A couple days later he seems to be coming around.