Paragonah, Utah
. Clare's (Karl's oldest brother) little country corner.
Once a year Clare's Band gathers at his place in Paragonah and puts on a little Bluegrass concert on his lawn. Then the next night they drive over the mountain and repeat the concert at the little chapel at Panguitch Lake. We were honored to be invited to hang out with this group and for Karl to join the band for the evening in Panguitch.
We had a great time and this group made us feel like the youngsters.
The first night we stayed in the Bunkhouse...now my favorite accommadations on the property.
The next night Karl made us move in to the house...the sound of the donkey braying, rooster crowing and other sounds of the country kept him awake. That was exactly what I loved about being in the bunkhouse...hearing those country sound I miss.
There was alot of jammin'. on the lawn.
And a fair amount of just relaxin'
We went 4-wheelin' up the canyon.

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Love this sign in the Paragonah cemetery.
The Band playing in Panguitch.
Nobody can get a crowd going like Clare...
His rendition of "Oh When the Saints" is a crowd pleaser.
After everyone left we hung around for a few more peaceful hours
...of horseshoes
...and bean picking.
Kaye sent us home with a huge bag of beans.
We tried our best to fix them "Nancy Style"
So good. They didn't last long.
Oh I love this place.
It reminds me of where I came from and that my heart still belongs on the farm.