As requested...

It's been requested that I share the story of the dead cow in our engagement story. I decided to look in my journal to get an accurate account of the event, but I shockingly wrote little about it. Weird. I guess that was the downfall of my journal writing. I've filled almost 15 in my life, but apparently getting engaged wasn't important enough to write about? Weird. Anyways, here's the tale.

Last September, I went to church with Josh's family. I knew the engagement was coming soon for a few reasons, but wasn't thinking that it would happen that trip. Anyways, when we got home from church, Josh's mom Karen said that dinner would be ready in a few hours so we had some time to kill. Josh suggested that we go geocaching. His dad knew of a few places in Tooele Valley and he had a gps, so we got in the car and were off. The first one we pulled up too was in the middle of a sage brushy field. It was grasshopper season and so they were smacking our legs, faces, and bodies left and right. As we searched for the geocach, we stumbled upon...the dead cow. It was hilarious. It wasn't a "freshly dead" cow or one that was all the way decomposed. It was in the middle of the process of becoming dust again. Stomach hollowed out, face caved in, eyeball missing. I'm telling you, it was great. Josh was embarrassed and hoped I wouldn't see it, but I thought it was awesome! haha. Being from Provo and not having much experience with cows in general, this was not anything I can seen before. We looked for a few more moments and went on our way.

So there's the story of the dead cow, but I'm going to continue the story for personal documentation purposes, but I wont be so detailed.

The second sight we saw was surrounded by hieroglyphics. We found the old stump that the treasure was in and I started to open it. Josh wanted us to go a little ways to a rock (that he had peviously decided on) to look at the stuff there. As we sat down I began looking at the things others had left. Playdough, paperclips, mini playing cards, a slinky, etc. Josh pulled out a film canister and said I should open it. I was too preoccupied with the stuff in the box to pay attention to him. (I'm a jerk, I know) He finally got me to open it and I unrolled the paper that was inside. It was a picture of the two of us with directions telling me to listen to Josh. He got down on one knee, said very sweet words which I will not repeat here, and asked me to be his wife.

It was wonderful! We then went back to the car and drove to a park and ate some cheese, crackers, and sparkling cider thanks to Josh's mom. (cheese...she knows me so well :) )

And that's it! No human interrupted our story, but a dead cow did and I wouldn't have it any other way.

p.s. Lori, I dont mind or judge you stalking my blog. I'd be a hypocrite if I did because I stalk about 30 myself. ;)