These first two pictures are look at Cove from a distance. The smallest mountain is Cove mountain.
Driving up the High Creek Canyon road. Pretty sure I could drive up that road with my eyes closed! In fact I think I might have once or twice!
The house I grew up in. A house I love because of all the good times and things I learned there.
My dad's barn in back of the house.
Looking off the front porch
Stairs going down to the swings
The beautiful house my parents built, but what is even more beautiful is what you can't see, it's the home they created inside the house.
Looking across the street at the hills where my dad could always find the elk if they were there.
Looking down the street at the neighbors who also happened to be my Grandparents when I lived there.
I had to take a picture of the sprinkler pipe because there is something I just love about seeing pipe out watering a field. It always gives me a peaceful feeling no matter where I am when I see it. I love knowing that when you see pipe going there is a farmer diligently and consistently working to take care of his crops.