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Seasons Come and Seasons Go Yearly By: Carrie Keiser It was that time again, Milly was headed to the Bob Marshall Wilderness hunting for the elusive elk. She had the horses saddled and the pack mules rigged up, everyone was ready. Everyone except Milly, she was considering maybe not going this time. Each year the same routine: load up the animals and gear, spend a week horse-backing through The Bob in search of the monster elk. She had been doing this for 3 years and only once caught a glimpse of the elk herd. Maybe she should try Yellowstone, Glacier or Alaska, but those areas are the common places for world class nature photographers to go.  The Bob Marshall Wilderness is an untapped treasure trove of beauty and natural wilderness. No, she’d go, this time, this season’s turn, she would find them and get the shots.   There is a flash and the scene changes…. “Seasons come and seasons go yearly. Seasons come and seasons go yearly.” Milly repeated the mantra out of habit...

Some stories are true and some are made up enjoy them all! By:Carrie Keiser  ‘I’ve known them for a long time’, such a simple phrase, but What does that really mean? How long is a long time? For a kid, it could mean a week or their whole life. I guess some adults might feel that way too. We’ve lived here for 20 years, that means all the long-timers here, I’ve know for ‘a long time’. As Cody gave his first talk after moving back today, and said, “I know a lot of you, but there are a lot I don’t know, so I’ll introduce myself too. I’m Cody Keiser. My parents sit right there (and he points towards us) for as long as I can remember.” He went on and gave a nice talk on preparedness (procrastination). After Sacrament, I headed to the Relief Society room where Mary and Megan were already seated, a sister asked, “Are you The Keiser or your husband?” I replied with, “My husband,” waving towards the other Keiser wives and said, “we are the married into Keisers!” She said, “Now I know how yo...

Marc and FinnLee By: Carrie Keiser Marc came running into the room, panting, clutching something to his chest. He leaned over and attempted to catch his breath. Jenny looked over at him, puzzled by his abrupt appearance and strange behavior. Marc gasped, “Never trust… an elephant with it!” “What are you talking about, Marc? What wouldn’t you trust an elephant with?” Straightening up Marc thrust a package towards Jenny and collapsed into the nearby easy chair with a sigh of relief. Jenny gently felt the parcel, a little nervous about what might be inside. She looked askance at Marc hoping he would elaborate, but he seemed to have deflated and was possibly asleep. “What the heck am I to do now?” Jenny declared to the room at large. The packet was not large or heavy, so what could be inside? She set it down on her lap and continued to think about what might be inside, then she was sure it had moved! Was something alive in there?  Jenny stared intently at the container waiting and h...