It's a good day to be alive. We left Boise at O dark thirty, bright eyed, bushy tailed, armed with traveling Semel. For those of you who don't know- Semel consists of-flour, water, yeast, salt, and sugar- sprinkled either with poppyseeds seed or sesame seeds, dolloped handful sized on a cookie tray and baked for eighteen minutes at 425. Then the crusty bread is sliced in half, smothered with strawberry jam and and healthy slice of cheddar cheese. I MEAN IT'S TO DIE FOR. Sad you are if you haven't experienced Semel. Traditionally, the matriarch of the Friesen household, Dorothy, would stir up Semel Saturday night. The crew would eat one or two (?) before church on Sunday. After church, a traditional chicken dinner would be served. As for us, we always travel with Semel. After about two hours on the road, Judy snatches a Semel, wraps it in a napkin and hands it to me while I drive. I just love scraping the seeds (and sometimes a smear of jam) off of my shirt. There's a reason I haven't caught the skinnies after all these years. Semel in hand we made the journey to Utah Lake State Park today. We stopped at Crystal Hot Springs for a soak, refilled our propane tank, and even made a stop in the Brigham City Walmart for supplies. It was a wonderful day. We safely traversed the maze of Salt Lake City traffic, and thanks to traveling mercies, we arrived safely to camp site 16 at Utah Lake State Park. For an added surprise, my cousins, Douglas and Joan, came down from Park City to have dinner with us. It was a wonderful evening of crib, odd laughs, and general good feeling. What they say about family is true, so naturally it verifies our feeling that life is good, especially today.
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