Last night I was able to meet up with some New Haven friends down in Provo. While we were there, someone asked, "What is there even to do in Logan? Like, the only thing you've got there is a cemetery!"
I mean, I kind of get his question. As we were driving down we saw all kinds of billboards for exhibits at Thanksgiving Point and aquariums as well as stores like IKEA and Cabela's. And there's none of that in Logan. There is a cemetery right next to the USU basketball court, so if you were guessing that everything exciting in Cache Valley was in that couple of acres there, you would be right to assume that cemeteries were about on par with basketball in terms of exciting Logan venues.
Obviously, that's not really all there is. I mean, today we went on two different hikes in Blacksmith Fork canyon and Providence Canyon, caught candy from a cannon at Willow Park (as well as other crafts and activities there), got shave ice, and went back to Willow Park in the evening to watch a National Parks concert. In the summer there are lots of concerts, plays, festivals, art exhibits, and even food tours. And yes, there are even bowling alleys, which he was also wondering about.
But besides all of those options, if you're looking for something to do, you can always go to a cemetery. There are more famous names in the Grove Street Cemetery in New Haven that I meant to visit but never did than there are here, but there are still interesting headstones and names in the cemeteries here. My family would go visit on Memorial Day, and sometimes we would have service projects there for Young Women's.
The most memorable time I went to the Logan cemetery was when I was 10. We were there for Achievement Days looking at names and maybe doing a scavenger hunt or something. My mom was planning to pick me up early so I could take an exam for the music program I was in. When I saw her minivan pull up, I told my leader, "I see my mom, so I'd better go." They all said bye and I ran over to catch my mom.
And then she started driving the wrong direction. I continued to run after her, calling and waving my arms to catch her attention. Each time I got close, she turned away again.
I had an idea. I was going to stop chasing and just be sure to beat her to wherever she would drive next. I hopped over gravestones and darted past trees to the spot I thought she would come next. I saw the car turn the corner and got excited. She would see me now! I wouldn't be late to my exam!
And then she didn't. I saw her frown a little as she looked around and then drove the wrong way again. I started my chase after her again, this time with tears running down my face. Would she ever find me? Would she go home without me? Would my Achievement Day leaders go home without me? Would I be stuck in the cemetery?????
Again I tried to be in her line of sight, and again she didn't see me. I kept on running, and running, and running. And then finally, after minutes of the worst game of hide and seek ever, she finally made eye contact with me. I sprinted toward the car and hopped in.
"Why couldn't you find me????" I cried.
"I was looking!" she said apologetically. By this point we were already late to the exam, so we hurried over to the examiner's house, my mom doing her best to calm me down and help me forgive her so I could actually play without being a bundle of nerves.
And it was fine. The examiner wasn't upset that we were late. I played the scales and arpeggios as well as I ever did. Most importantly, I wasn't abandoned in the cemetery.
So if you're ever looking for an exciting, somewhat terrifying venue, I guess the cemetery would work after all.
I mean, I kind of get his question. As we were driving down we saw all kinds of billboards for exhibits at Thanksgiving Point and aquariums as well as stores like IKEA and Cabela's. And there's none of that in Logan. There is a cemetery right next to the USU basketball court, so if you were guessing that everything exciting in Cache Valley was in that couple of acres there, you would be right to assume that cemeteries were about on par with basketball in terms of exciting Logan venues.
Obviously, that's not really all there is. I mean, today we went on two different hikes in Blacksmith Fork canyon and Providence Canyon, caught candy from a cannon at Willow Park (as well as other crafts and activities there), got shave ice, and went back to Willow Park in the evening to watch a National Parks concert. In the summer there are lots of concerts, plays, festivals, art exhibits, and even food tours. And yes, there are even bowling alleys, which he was also wondering about.
But besides all of those options, if you're looking for something to do, you can always go to a cemetery. There are more famous names in the Grove Street Cemetery in New Haven that I meant to visit but never did than there are here, but there are still interesting headstones and names in the cemeteries here. My family would go visit on Memorial Day, and sometimes we would have service projects there for Young Women's.
The most memorable time I went to the Logan cemetery was when I was 10. We were there for Achievement Days looking at names and maybe doing a scavenger hunt or something. My mom was planning to pick me up early so I could take an exam for the music program I was in. When I saw her minivan pull up, I told my leader, "I see my mom, so I'd better go." They all said bye and I ran over to catch my mom.
And then she started driving the wrong direction. I continued to run after her, calling and waving my arms to catch her attention. Each time I got close, she turned away again.
I had an idea. I was going to stop chasing and just be sure to beat her to wherever she would drive next. I hopped over gravestones and darted past trees to the spot I thought she would come next. I saw the car turn the corner and got excited. She would see me now! I wouldn't be late to my exam!
And then she didn't. I saw her frown a little as she looked around and then drove the wrong way again. I started my chase after her again, this time with tears running down my face. Would she ever find me? Would she go home without me? Would my Achievement Day leaders go home without me? Would I be stuck in the cemetery?????
Again I tried to be in her line of sight, and again she didn't see me. I kept on running, and running, and running. And then finally, after minutes of the worst game of hide and seek ever, she finally made eye contact with me. I sprinted toward the car and hopped in.
"Why couldn't you find me????" I cried.
"I was looking!" she said apologetically. By this point we were already late to the exam, so we hurried over to the examiner's house, my mom doing her best to calm me down and help me forgive her so I could actually play without being a bundle of nerves.
And it was fine. The examiner wasn't upset that we were late. I played the scales and arpeggios as well as I ever did. Most importantly, I wasn't abandoned in the cemetery.
So if you're ever looking for an exciting, somewhat terrifying venue, I guess the cemetery would work after all.
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