I'm not going to lie, our trip to Neola started off awful. Warren planned to take Tyler and Melanie to the temple in Vernal to do baptisms for the dead while I took Steven to the dinosaur museum in Vernal Saturday evening. Just outside of Duchene and about 30 miles from Neola, I got a warning light on the car (the battery light) which Warren quickly looked up in our owner's manual. He determined that our alternator was having a problem and we began to make phone calls to try and find an auto shop open in Vernal where I could take the car while the kids were doing baptisms. Not to be, I soon lost all power to the van and had to coast onto a service road - thank goodness there was one. Warren then spent the next 20 minutes trying to get a tow truck coming. Apparently USAA can't get you a tow truck unless you tell them the road you are on AND a cross street. It took 10 minutes to convince them we were on HWY 40 at mile marker 94 and there were no cross streets nearby. (Do these people not travel on rural highways?) Warren then had his parents looking through their phone book for a repair shop or auto part store that might be open. The tow truck only had room for Warren, so Warren's dad had to drive out to pick up the rest of us. Did I mention that it was raining? All of that excitement and I really had to go to the bathroom. If you know me, you know I avoid at all costs, peeing on a bush but I was desperate and it seemed that whenever I got out of the van to use the facilities it would really start to pour. I finally gave up and just ran behind the nearest bush in the rain. When I was done the boys got out and used the bush as well. Our poor exchange student was getting a little freaked out so we were trying to appear calm and business as usual. While we were waiting for the tow truck, Warren popped the hood and we discovered the serpentine belt we just had replaced had fallen off. (Really? I have never heard of a serpentine belt randomly falling off in the middle of the freeway.) The tow truck driver arrived before Warren's dad and kindly waited so that the kids and I would not be standing on the side of the road in the rain while he towed the car to Neola. The tow truck driver was a mechanic and said in his opinion we just needed to get the serpentine belt put back on, but he didn't have tools to do it. Warren had the van towed to his dad's neighbor, Bart Miller, who said he had the tool to put the belt back on. Did I mention that we packed in kind of a hurry and none of us brought a jacket? It has been so warm lately and not having checked the weather report to know about the rain we were all wet and cold when we got to Neola. For Warren, who was probably the wettest and the coldest on top of the stress of being bossed by his dad and having the car break down, it translated into one of the worst migraine headaches he has had in a long time and he had to go to bed before the van was fixed. Bart was able to get the serpentine belt back on the engine and then took another hour or so to try and figure out why it randomly fell off. He had some theories, like we hit a pothole but nothing that seemed really likely. (We will have Wendell work on that question this week.) The van, thankfully, was working fine once the belt was back on and we really appreciated Bart dropping everything to help us out.

Saturday evening Steven and Tyler "played" basketball. Tyler was trying to keep Steven's mind off the fact that he couldn't connect to the internet on his phone because he was out of his service area.
Melanie and Steven discovered that Bart's horses are really tame and friendly
Sunday, we went to church and then spent the day visiting Warren's uncle and cousin. Before we went to bed Sunday night we went out to show Steven the stars. I asked him what he was going to tell his girlfriend about the "country" and he said how blue the sky is.
Monday, Tyler and I got up early and went for a run. We ran to the end of the road and back which we figure was about 4.5 miles. We then had breakfast and went to "play" at Warren's cousin Brett's house.
Melanie helping to saddle up the horses. This horse's name is Doc.
Steven made friends with the dogs. This dog's name is Abby.
These Henrie cousins are really fun for Tyler to hang out with.
Brett's wife Yarnell took several hours out of her morning to help us have a horse ride. Warren is riding Jacks and Tyler is riding Doc.
Ember is Melanies favorite horse to ride because she is so gentle (and slow).
The Henrie's have some big pastures to ride horses around. From left to right in this picture is Melanie, Warren, and Tyler. I even got on a horse for a few laps around the field. I rode on Jacks. Yarnell took Tyler, who decided his favorite horse to ride is Jacks, and Melanie on some longer rides.
Steven wasn't interested in getting on a horse, he said it was too hot, but those kind Henrie boys found something he was interested in - practicing his archery skills. He and Tyler had just watched "Hunger Games" on his laptop on the trip to Neola so we were teasing him about that as he practiced shooting. One of Brett's younger boys got out his water gun and he and Steven played with that for a while and Lauren, Brett's 4-year-old blond cowgirl, made Steven frosting on graham crackers and talked his ear off. He thought she was really cute and enjoyed the attention.
After an exciting morning, we returned to Warren's parents house for a delicious lunch and then had a thankfully uneventful (except for some really bad traffic in Heber) drive home.