WE PASSED :O)

Hannah from the real estate company that manages our flat came over this morning to inspect. She saw no problems even though the blinds were not all cleaned. (Something to do when I’m bored) Then we showed her the water seepage in the extra bedroom closet, the leaking toilet, the cheap paint chipping off the ceiling, the shower grout allowing water to seep through to the living room wall, etc. She said she was glad we were here because when she asks the elders if everything is all right, they shrug their shoulders and say, “Yeah, it’s okay.”
So to celebrate we headed east to the foothills. We’d wanted to see them when we were here before but didn’t make it. It was a nice drive kind of like going up Ogden Canyon and then driving though the little towns in the valley. We drove through a national park area that had lots of trees of all kinds. It was pretty and reminded Orson of the countryside when he was here the first time. We drove a loop and saw the Manduring Weir. What’s a “Weir” you might ask. It’s a dam. Orson was familiar with the word, but I wasn’t. We even found the Perth Hills Visitors’ Centre. We stopped in Kalamunda at the Brumby’s Bakery (for old time’s sake) and bought a sandwich and dessert. It was a nice afternoon.


An old man leaning on the sign.
An old lady in the Perth Hills.
Mundaring Weir
The other side of Mundaring Weir.
A view of Perth from the John Forrest National Park.
Betcha don't see a sign like this in Utah!