The Hunt for the Hunt

Well, we had to hunt for the Easter egg hunt because it didn't flippin' exist. Sheesh. My youngins were a tad sad and so was I because it's fun digging for those eggs in the snow. :) Last year, the night before the hunt we got about 18 inches of fresh, fluffy snow. Boy, was that a challenging Easter egg hunt. At first it was kind of easy because you could see the tracks from the people that left the eggs, but after the snow got tromped on a bit and the eggs got more buried, you actually had to dig in the snow for them. Oh yeah, we had our snow pants on, our heavy winter boots, our hats and our mittens. That was a happy Easter. This year, we kept driving by the park hoping someone would show up with some eggs to hide, but no such luck. I can't believe they didn't have it. Actually, I don't even really know who puts it on. Some weird cult "Faith Center" church on the edge of town. The members of the congregation spy on the other members and try to find out stuff about them. If they hear that you did something wrong or bad, even 15 or 20 years ago, before you were a member, you have to go in front of the council of elders and they question you about it and dole out a suitable punishment. How many people did things in grade school, high school, and college that they regret? Just about everybody. Hmmmm. I just like their Easter egg hunt. I was also able to make to more pendants today. The Rhyolite is pretty rare because the mine is mined out and the only Rhyolite they can find now has a lot more brown in it.