Stoker Family Reunion 2009-Lava Hot Springs

Easton gets his Arrow of LIght!

Easton the scouter dude!

Easton and Adam get their Arrow of Light

Way to Easton we are proud of you!

Running the Hoback!

The Gang-There was 13 of us

Easton and Chans

Ash, Dev, Me, Ry, Chelse, Garett, and Easton

Rare picture of Devin-he never gets in the photos he is always taking them. The camera went off when he was setting the timer mode.

The raft and the foreign exchange student

Sara, Chans, Ry, Chelse, and Otosellio

Chelse and Garett!

Last Saturday July 25 we decided to go run the Hoback. We had an amazing time and thought we would make two runs but only ended up making one fabulous one. So needless to say the water proof camera got left in the car. We stopped at Lunch counter and some of us rode threw in our life jackets. It was pretty exciting I must admit. We also stopped at the Rock and Ashley jumped off along with others. Way to go Ash-she is affraid of heights-or should I say way to go Ryley for pushing her!

HaPPy FatHeRs DAy-DaD

For the past three years our family has gone to the local air show in Rexburg. A local aviator, John Bagley, puts on the air show all at his expense. John has a lot of WWII air planes that take flight and roar in the sky as they buzz the airport every year along with friends that have planes that come and join him. This year as I was sitting in my lounge chair watching the airplanes fly by and do all their amazing tricks as I looked around at my boys-Ry, Garett, and Easton, along with Chelse and my husband Devin I realized how come I love coming to the air show and always feel a peace and sense of calm. My Dad was a pilot and enjoyed flying and taking people to places for the weekend. I always knew when my Dad was home from a trip because he would fly over our house-or buzz the house to let us know to go to the airport and pick him up. The level of excitment would raise as we would here the roar of the plane flying over head. We lived next to a mountain so it was a little tricky for my Dad not getting to close but close enough that he would have a ride home. I remember time after time driving across town to get to the airport and the excitement of picking him up. In January of 1979 my Dad left for a usual trip to California only this time he was never able to buzz the house again. His plane crashed just after take off at the Spanish Fork Airport. So as I sat at the air show on June 20 I got the feeling again and again that my Dad was coming home. It was like I got to spend the day with my Dad. I love the sound of an airplane flying over head. Thanks Dad and I love you!!