As early as I can remember my Dad worked for the Power Company. He drove a company car or Truck. One of his jobs was going around to the ranches and farms around Cedar City to read the meters to determine how much electricity they had used. In the summer it was not uncommon for him to come home and ask who wanted to go with him to read meters. He would only take one or two at a time. So we all got a chance. I loved to go with him. He would talk to us and listen to us. We would wait in the car as he did his work. Sometimes he would greet the ranchers and introduce us. My Dad knew everyone. I loved it when we went to the Iron Ore Mine. He would let us get out of the truck and look for interesting rocks. You could find ore with beautiful crystals growing on the rock. The mine also had huge earth moving equipment and trucks. Often he would have to go to St. George or Hurricane, these trips of course would take longer and if we got to go they would usually involve an ice cream cone or some other kind of treat.
In the spring we looked forward to Dads trips to Hurricane because he would often come home with a big mess of asparagus. Mother would prepare it with butter and hard cooked eggs and lemon juice. Yum Yum. In the summer Dad would get up early and go fishing and be home in time to go to work. When we woke up there would be a sink full of trout all cleaned and ready for Mom to fillet and either freeze or prepare for supper or lunch. Mother would remove the bones and lay the fish out flat and cook it under the broiler. I have never had trout prepared any other way that could rival my Mothers. We all loved it except my sister Kathryn. I have never understood why she did not like fish. To this day she avoids all kinds of fish.
My Dad loved car trips. He would show up in the middle of the day and say who wants to go to Dixie, or up the canyon or let’s go to Zion. I was always ready to go.