Some of my fondest memories revolve around helping my dad. One time we rode up Spanish Fork canyon to a small town of Birds Eye. In reality Birds Eye was five or so houses and a few farms up in the mountains. Dad’s friends, Earnest Roach and his son in law Hyrum Otterson had a dairy farm in Palmyra. Dad worked for the Roach’s when he was a teenager. They would thin beets, haul hay, and do just about anything that needed to be done. In many ways Earnest had a strong influence on Dad growing up. Besides their farm in Palmyra the Roaches had a farm up in Birds Eye where they grew alfalfa and grazed some cows. Dad had volunteered to go up the canyon and bring back a tractor that they had used up there for the summer. Winter was coming and they needed the tractor back in the valley before it snowed and it became trapped for the winter. The cool thing was that I was able to go with him. I sat on the wheel cover and we drove it all the way back home again. We drove slowly on the shoulder with the blinkers flashing. We talked and talked all the way home. Once we got to Spanish Fork we stopped at Glades Drive-in and had lunch. After lunch we finished the trip on out to their farm in Palmyra. It was an awesome day!