I spent many years deer hunting in the South Red Butte area with my family growing up. In 2010 it rained so much we called it the Mud Hunt. Many people were trying to get off the mountain and down to the gravel road but would get stuck so my nephew Jeremy Hansen had a Chevy truck he used to pull many people out with. We lost track of how many people he pulled out, but that red mud was everywhere. We purchased the truck from Jeremy in 2013 and every time we had to work on the underside of the truck we would find mud that was still caked on. Later, when we had to get rid of the truck in 2023 it still had mud in places that we had tried to clean. My boys and I still laugh about it every time we think about it.

I still have a memory of visiting Great Grandma Kimber in my early childhood! She was sitting in a chair and singing the 20 Froggies Song/Poem to my siblings and I when we were young.

Visiting there with my father A Wayne, eating meat loaf sandwiches (yuck) in our old silver travel trailer. Visiting with Ken Kimber and Eva Mae in Snowville on the way there. Lots of sage brush and dusty roads.

Twenty Froggies

Grouse Creek love it!

I remember hiking as a family when we came and visited Uncle Glenn.

I remember the days of the big hunt. Riding out to Grouse Creek with my cousins. Grandpa cooking rice and raisins. It was good but grandpas camper was so hot!!!

So many memories. Going to the Grouse Creek store when the slogan was "Grouse Creek Mall has it all!".

Deer Hunting and attending the Grouse Creek ward every single year since I was 8 years old (except when I was serving my mission in Poland). Lots of years not even seeing a doe but so much fun shooting shotguns, riding wheelers and camping with friends and family.

As an eighth year old, I cut my throat running full speed into a strand of barbed wire during the Grouse Creek deer hunt. Having no doctor close, they patched me up like pioneer days. A poltice and a piece of bed sheet. The scar lasted for years.

Grandpa in overalls using his pocket knife to cut up a raw potato to give me my first taste of one. Grandma's homemade rolls, fresh out of the oven. Aunt Ivy's cookie and big hugs for every visit. Also how her house was always clean and smelled like her pink soap. Getting nearly bucked off Aunt Noreen's and Uncle Gorden's horse...she was mystified that horse had never responded thus. Aunt Myrna teaching me to make caramel and Christmas candy. Giving me leadership example and advice when she served as RS president. Aunt Berniece's never ending laundry piles Tina needed help with before we could play. Also my precious visits with Aunt Berniece in the hospital before she died and how she helped me make a quilt. Uncle Wayne's laugh and sense of humor. Later in life visiting my house he asked for a glass of water saying, "I have to take my pill cuz I'm loony!" And how he never stopped laughing and loving. Aunt Janille's pristine house and yard. Spending Christmas there, feeling free and happy. Her care for me when I fell from the playhouse ladder. Dad (Glenn) - a life of love, service, and teachings. Tender memories all my life.

Dad & Mom’s 50th wedding anniversary surprise. Holidays at Dad & Mom’s home. Quality time with my Dad when he visited in the Pacific Northwest.

We went to Grouse Creek to solve a little family history mystery, and explore the town. We found that everyone had a different story (yay family history!) And that everyone was so loving and supportive. It was a wonderful adventure!