Kennecott Copper Mine

My friend Heather is awesome. We're both the same as we like to find fun but inexpensive things to do to keep our husbands happy ourselves busy. May is free admission to the Kennecott Mine so she suggested we give it a whirl.

I've never been there before (such a bad Utahn) and having been asked about it many-a-time by foreigners, who always seemed to know more about it than I did, I decided it was time I saw what it was all about.

And there was certainly a lot to see: A hole so big and deep it can be seen from space, monster trucks as big as houses and the big tire! 

Plus, I can now sound educated when I try to tell people that Utah has one of the biggest mines in the world. (Because people who talk about mines = educated right? right.)

Here's the the hole, as much as I could get into the camera that is. Seriously it is miles and miles deep. They use open mining so you can see the whole process right out in the open.

Our asian pal made an appearance again too. He likes to tag along on our sunny outings.

Cute little Henry was such a good little trooper. Look at those blue eyes. Kennecott was his mid-nap entertainment.

 Kevin, on the other hand, was not as good as Henry...

he was making faces and saying the big trucks weren't super cool.

Oh Kev...

It was cool to learn about the mine and how much comes out of there, what they do for Utah and our economy and how concerned they are with the environment.

We loved spending time with Heather and Kev and doing something out of the ordinary. Thanks guys!

(Kev's asian friend came too)

expecting the inevitable

Change is a naughty word in my vocabulary. Always has been, always will be.

I cried when I moved to Australia, leaving dear USA behind.

I cried when I moved to America, leaving Australia behind.

While growing up, my parents planned a trip and suddenly our neighbors decided to join us (whose child was my best friend).

Did I get excited? No, at least not immediately. I had to process it and re-plan in my mind.

Planning is my key in life. I plan everything, thus change scares me. Honestly scares me. 

I know its an irrational thing because change is ever-present. And can be somewhat exciting if I do say so.

Nothing can be completely expected and routine in life, except for change. Now you see why change and I can have a love/hate relationship. I can plan on change, but then it is the change that upsets me.

So today that is where I sit. Torn by change. Both in a good way and a bad way.

Part of me loathes big mr. change whereas the other part loves him;

(ok not love, like is the extent of it)

But change today is good, allowing me to practice for the change that will come tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.

Preparing me for the inevitable.

So I guess this is just my vent, my rant, my thoughts, whatever you want it to be. 

But for me its my way of trying to accept change and its presence in human life. And to face it without the waterworks and a frown on my face.

I'll work on the frowning part first. Waterworks seem to be my thing. :)