Whoops

So I posted about the Rust Reunion a few posts back, but after perusing through the pictures on my computer, I found the following gems that add to the gloriocity of the trip.

Seven Peaks

Rather than driving straight from Rexburg to Overton, we took a pit stop in Bountiful. Our brand new little nephew Porter was being blessed, so a lot of our Hillam family was there. We got up the next morning at 7am and headed off to Seven Peaks! I had never been before and we had the infamous "Pass of All Passes" AND it was the last day that it was open! We had to jump on it.

We really are attractive people, I promise. This picture is just.... yeah.

Ok, here's the thing. Heights. They have been my number one fear since... forever! Ah they get me. Here's the other thing, these water slides are INSANE. See that orange one right down there? It's at least 430,495 million feet high and then it shoots you straight down. You go belly first, so pretty much you're watching as you fall to your doom. There were two other ones on the back of this death tower that were even worse. Be still my soul.

But, I didn't want to be a weenie and I didn't want to ruin "Thrill-Seeker-Eric"s fun. So without a word of how terribly frightened I was, nor how I'd so much rather be in the lazy river with the elderly, I went.

And you know what? I was a champ! I went down every single one! Get this, Eric even made me go down first on the most terrifying ones because they even scared him! This should also be noted: That orange slide mentioned above? Totally was my favorite. I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Next on our agenda: The Clams

So this was our last day on the beach right? We'd spent 2-3 glorious days boogie boarding, sun bathing and playing like crazy. I grabbed Eric and told him we were going to go catch sand crabs. It's the easiest thing, as soon as a wave washes up, we stick our hand into the dirt and it fills with dozens of little sand crabs. 

So Eric and I walk out there and I say, "Lets see who can get the biggest one!" (I'm a pro, so I'm certain that I'll win.) Well the wave comes in, we stick our hands down and pull up our finds. 

Let's just say that Eric won. He straight up pulled up a giant clam! We've been going to this beach for years as a family and have never once seen any clams on the beach! How lucky was that??

Well obviously not that lucky, because Eric stuck his hand in again, and pulled out another one!

And another one! And another one and another one!

 By this time, my whole family (as well as random strangers) had gathered around, trying to find clams of our own. But we just couldn't do it! Eric tried to explain how he was finding them

"Look for their eyes!"he'd say.

 'WHAT EYES?!"

Eventually, we started to get the hang of it, and we were all pulling up clams before we knew it. But Eric still had found twice as many as the rest of us combined. He was a clam champ for sure. And pretty soon we had a whole cooler full of them!

It was seriously so much fun to dig them up. We had a blast and were bummed that we hadn't discovered this fun new game until the last day.

We had great plans for a good ol' fashion clam bake....until a nice lady on the beach told us that we were being extremely illegal and that we had better put those back unless we wanted to be served a big fatty fine + life in prision... or something like that.

Not wanting to upset the law, we said goodbye to our fabulous finds and Eric trucked them back out to the ocean.

 And then we went and had fish tacos for dinner instead!