So Kristin’s grandpa owned a ranch just East of Park City, Utah, in a town called Peoa. The 600 acres have been up for sale for the last few years, and ever since I married in to the family, I have been photographing up there. Some day I’ll get all the photos together on my site and hopefully some prints made, probably after the ranch sells and I start feeling nostalgic. Anyway, here are some of my favorites from the few days over Labor Day weekend that we spent there.

There are still horses kept on the ranch, and the one on the left is “J.J.” That stands for “Jaxon Junior.” Jaxon is my very strong-willed son and when they saw how stubborn and obstinate this horse was, it reminded them of Jaxon. That is such a sweet tribute to Jaxon. He has actually mellowed a little as he has gotten older, or we are just getting use to it.

Here is Kristin’s dad Bruce, or “Brucester,” as he likes to be called. The photo on the left was taken from horseback as I followed Bruce all over the hills east of the highway. Horses don’t make very good tripods.

The river flood plain and some nice clouds that stayed with us most of the weekend.

With nearly a mile of the Weber River crossing the ranch, you always have to spend a little time fishing (or swimming). Luckily Grandpa was able to catch a fish for everyone.

Here is Parker training to be an assassin. He’s got the rugged good looks down and he knows how to look cool with a gun. Now if he’ll just trade the race car pajama bottoms in for some camouflage, he should be set.