As a boy growing up in the mountains of Eastern Utah, there were no fancy theaters, or parks, just 60,000 acres of wonderland for Glenny and his pals to explore.
Once upon a time, a very long time ago, Glenny’s pals Georgie, and Jay were watching Georgie’s daddy plow the fire roads in the woods behind my home.
There was so much dry grass and sagebrush, that if a fire got started, it could come all the way up and burn everyone’s home.
Mr. Richards had a great big bulldozer. The three of us watched, and Mr. Richards asked if we wanted to get up on it and ride with him? Would we? “Oh, boy YES was our excited answer.”
All three scrambled up the tracks of the bulldozer, held onto the frame, and climbed onto the deck the seat was bolted onto, finally onto the seat itself. Now that everyone was in his seat and hanging on very tight, Mr. Richards pulled the lever and off we went.
This was so cool. The blade was so big that even the biggest rocks were pushed off to the side of the road with no trouble at all.
Together we watched as bunnies, pheasants, and other birds scurried or flew out of the way. One of the things that his friends and he liked the most was how wonderful the earth smelled as it was plowed up. Now this was really the best smell of all.
The boys rode for hours until lunchtime. When Mr. Richards stopped to eat his lunch, the boys were going to go home and eat too, but the new roads looked so inviting, and every thing smelled so good, they just had to walk around them and do what little boys do best – EXPLORE!
OH they walked and ran everywhere. Now for some crazy reason, the three boys decided to run through the brush to the edge of the wash. This was their biggest mistake ever. For many years after the three of them would have bad dreams about this terrible moment.
Finally they came upon a big rock and it was about three feet high, so it was quite a big jump for us little boys. Laughing and running they all jumped off the rock at the same time. When they landed, the boys stopped dead in their tracks.
Now for the longest second they stood in absolute fear and horror. Everywhere around them were rattlesnakes of all sizes. The snakes were even crawling over their shoes. The momma snakes swallowed their babies to protect them, (and then when the danger would pass, they would release them) as the other snakes began to coil up.
Frozen in complete fear and remembering what their parents had told us about snakes, they stood perfectly still, and tried not to cry. It did not work, we were just too scared.
Then just like when you run the VCR backwards, it seemed like we little boys had just been lifted back up on top of that rock.
The snakes were now all gone. We were safe, and out of danger. Home was just across the field, and we could walk on the newly plowed roads.
As we started for home, we looked back, and we were quite sure that we saw the guardian angels our mothers had always told us about, standing there above the snake pit. (The guardian angels were always there to protect us three little boys.) We knew once again that we truly were safe, and ran home to tell our moms all about it.