We have a good friend, Robbie, who grew up on a farm and likes to sort of live off the land as much as possible. For him, that means buying apples cheap, making his own apple press, and freezing gallons and gallons of apple cider to last the whole winter. We thought that sounded awesome so we set it up in our garage, invited a few families, and went to town. It was a blast, minus the part where all of the kids threw up the next day and we weren't sure if it was the cider or the flu. Yeah, that was kind of awful. Turns out, it wasn't the cider.
So sad to see the Rackham family go, but it was that very night when Scott got the call from BYU that he got "the job" and off they went. Our loss.
As always, it was wonderful to have Marriotts visit. I just wish we hadn't sent them off on their road trip home with vomiting children. They haven't been back since. Hmmm.





















