To our little family, Memory Park is aptly named indeed. It's where Clayton proposed and where we gathered as a family for a pre-wedding breakfast picnic. When we lived in Salt Lake a couple years ago (before we moved to Maine for a year), we lived within walking distance of the park and hardly a day went by that we didn't stroll through it.
It's nestled in a ravine with the mountains rising up on both sides. The "formal" area of the park is immaculately kept with a beautiful rotunda, pond and charming footbridge. But what I love is that you can follow the stone path to the edge of the woods where it turns into a dirt foot path that accompanies the river up into the hills.
In some places the path forks, only to rejoin the main path a bit farther down. There are stone steps, old ruins, and stone foundations of pioneer houses. It was sitting on the edge of some of these stones, in a little cluster of trees that Clay proposed. And I said yes, of course I said yes.
We found some wild plums, which Sam loved. He got pretty good at spitting out the pits; I think he only swallowed two...
One of Sam's favorite things is gathering and throwing rocks. Anywhere we go he's sure to spot a rock and pick it up. He was in heaven tromping through the rock-riddled woods. Along the path there's a rock foot that's been there as long as I can remember, several years at least. I'm sure the toes come loose now and again and it pleases me that people always replace them. I love spontaneous, quirky things like this.
