Two Months!

I'm a little slow posting this but last week was Koy's two month check up. He weighed in at 11lbs 13 oz... exactly four lbs bigger than when he was born.

On the left are his footprints at two weeks and the right are at two months.

Koy at one day old...

Here he is at two months old. . . He's growing so fast!

Justin and I just died when we compared the two pictures with monkey. Koy is so much fun though. He had us laughing so hard during sacrament yesterday. He was just talking up a storm! Overall he is a GREAT baby! He's happy for the most part and he is sleeping so well. He usually sleeps from about 10:30 to 7 or 8 so no complaints here. He is kind of a grizzly bear when he is trying to wake up. It's so funny though because it wears him out to wake up so he usually falls back alseep for a while. Justin taught him some wrestling moves and he's pretty good at them. We told Koy that he couldn't be wrestling unlce Jason and beat him while he's this young. Justin's pretty sure that he could beat Jason but we'll hold off until he's atleast 6 months old. :)

Mr. Mom

Well, Sherrie had to go back to work and Colleen won't relocate and be our full-time nanny, so I have become Mr. Mom, at least for a few days. The real mom will be done next week, and hopefully Koy won't be affected negatively before then. My finals were over on Tuesday, and the last 3 days have been pretty fun. I let my brain recoup after finals, and since Tuesday I've had quite a few random thoughts and had some fun with my boy. This post is dedicated to both fun and thought.

First off, a big shout out to the mighty Cougars from that school to the South. In case you missed it, they beat Utah State in b-ball by 5 points on Saturday at Radiation Station in Salt Lake. Why the neutral site? Funny question. USU lost the nation's best 3-point shooter, have only one Senior this year, and YBU said the only way they would play us this year was if it was in Parvo or at a neutral site. When asked why they were trying to get out of the in-state rivalry they said they needed more quality oponents. USU has beaten YBU 4 out of the last 5 times they've played, yet they need more quality oponents? That reason is a complete lie (suprise suprise). The real reason is that USU coach Stew is 142-12 at home, and YBU knew they couldn't win. There is no way USU loses that game if it's played in the Spectrum, plain and simple. So, gloat if you wish, all you that are "compelled in all things," but next year's game is here in Logan, and a win is a sure thing, well 92% sure thing.

Next random note, also YBU related: They play UofA in the Las Vegas Bowl. There couldn't be a more meaningless game in the history of the world than YBU vs. UofA. I mean, aside from the Cougar faithfull and all the Tusconian/Mini Mexiconian fans, who really cares? I mean, St. Johns could play Snowflake and I would at least know a Redskin to root for. But this game is pointless. So, if I really don't care, or if I dislike YBU so much why am I writing about them? They just annoy the crap out of me. They're all hypocrites and they're all the same. Heck, even Brigham Young said "away with stereotyped 'Mormons.'" Too many testimonies live and die with the success of their teams. Austin Collie, after the lucky win against Utah a year or two ago, said "Obviously, when you're doing what's right on and off the field, I think the Lord steps in and plays a part." What happened this year? Anyway, they all gloat about how great they are and how they are such stand-up guys who choose the right, yet they won't let Jim McMahon into their Hall of Fame. The guy is in the Collegiate Hall of Fame, set 71 NCAA records, yet doesn't portray the image the school wants, so they won't honor him. Sure, they love to tell about how great those teams were, how great Danny Ainge was, bla bla bla, yet neither lived the honor code and both should have been kicked out. Good enough to wear our jerseys, just not good enough for us to recognize them. Well, I've rambled on long enough.

I realize that I applied to, and was accepted to the Y, but saw the light while serving in the mission field. I still maintain, as does the Lord, that "He that is compelled in all things is a slothful and not a wise servant." Am I a hypocrite for wearing a BYU hat in my youth and thinking about going to school there, then turning around and bashing them? Maybe so, but I have repented of my youthful idiosyncracies. There's still time for all you YBU'ers to do the same.

Now I feel better. So yesterday was a big day. Koy and I went to the auction, then to get a Christmas Tree. It's too hard to get a permit in Utah, so we had to go to Idaho. I drove 170 miles total for this tree, and it still isn't the greatest, but it will do. Next year I will keep my eyes peeled whenever I'm in the forest and mark on a GPS unit where and if I find a good one, that way the hunt will be over and I won't have to cut down 4 trees before I decide to take 1 home. The whole process of hunting trees reminded me of the dating process. There's a lot of trees out there that are good from far, but far from good. Just like some of the girls I took out. I also wonder how many marraiges have been put in jeopardy, and/or broken up over the whole tree and Christmas decorating process. My birthday is on Dec. 4th, so my family can't put the tree up until after the 4th. But where it says "My Family" putting up the tree, it should say "I" put up the tree. So basically the rule is that "I" can't put up the tree until after my birthday, that way we don't overlook it. Anyway, the day was fun and Koy has a good eye for cattle. He started raising his hands and fussing everytime a good pen came in the ring. It was pretty fun to have someone with me. I can't wait till he's old enough to really enjoy it. Here's his little cowboy outfit grandma Kimmy sent him, with boots and all. He is a handsome little dude. And that concludes my random thoughts.

This week in pictures...

Here are some pictures from the last week or so. Justin had his birthday and I started back at work. I'm not much of a fan of leaving Koy at home. It kinda just makes my heart ache and my days seem so long because I just want to be home with him. Justin finishes his finals on Tuesday and he's going to hang with Koy while I'm gone. He's pretty excited and rumor has it that he is going to go get our Christmas tree on Wednesday! Woo hoo! We went to Bolt on Friday night. It was pretty cute. I think Justin even enjoyed the portions of it that he saw. He fell asleep. I should have expected it. :) That's about all we've been up to. We're not very interesting so I'll just get to the pictures.

Justin's Birthday.

My boys and their Sunday clothes.

Justin bought this onesie for Koy. It's pretty cute.

Tickle Time! Koy loves it!

This is a little clip of Koy just sucking his hand. We think almost everything this kid does is just funny. We just love it!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUSTIN!

Happy number 27! (Can you believe that?) We hope you have a great day! Sorry we aren't going to Disneyland like you wanted, but I figured you were way too old for that now! :) We love you!

Love,

Sherrie & Koy

Our Lil' Koy Boy

Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow everyone! We can't believe Koy is 6 weeks old already! He is growing so fast and he is such a cutie. He's so fun to talk to because he just thinks it's the greatest thing in the world, even when you call him chubby. The other day we found out that he loves to have his hair brushed. We hadn't ever used a brush because he doesn't have very much hair but I tried it the other morning and he just grinned. Here are the latest and greatest in photos of our little guy. We just love him more everyday!

Not a huge fan of the swing but this day he loved it.

Do ya think he may be watching too much TV because we haven't taught him any gang signs...

I kinda caught him off guard but if you look really close, you can see his little mohawk. His hair is getting really thin because his head is growing so fast but in the back he is already sporting a mullet and it's pretty curly!

Sorry this picture is blurry but he is getting ticklish and I barely caught it.

Just chillin' with the rattle and even gets it to his mouth to suck on.

We thought this was funny. He likes to lay on his belly on your knees and he was completely relaxed.

We're Back!

Our computer finally died. I was really sad when it happened because I had just pulled photos off of our camera and put on it. However, we were lucky this time in a way because the motherboard is the source of the problem not the hard drive so we didn't lose our information. Whew!

Sorry I always put pictures of Koy on here and hardly anything else but he's basically our favorite thing in the world and we like to be able to share pictures of him because our family is spread so far out.

Here is a picture of the cute outfit Jason and Jen sent him. It's still a little big right now but he looks like such little man in it.

Here are some pictures of Koy and his big smiles. We just love him to death!

Blessing Day and Random Pictures

Last Sunday was Koy's blessing day. We are so grateful for all of the family who came for this special day. It's so hard when all of our family is spread out and we wish that everyone could have been there and we missed everyone that wasn't there. Justin said he was pretty nervous to give the blessing but he did an AWESOME job! I was so proud of him and Koy didn't even cry during it. (I had it all planned out to feed him before we left so that he would sleep but it backfired and he was wide awake...) Here are a few pics from the big day and some other random ones from this week. 
Justin dressed Koy in his blessing outfit and until then, we didn't realize it was a summer outfit and he had to wear shorts... oops!
Cute Grandmas...

All the men that were there, except G'pa South

Justin dressing Koy for the big day...

Great Grandma

Koy all stretched out after we got to Grandma's. Sleeping in the car seat on the way there just wore him right out...

Happy Halloween! His shirt says, "Hair Wolf" and it has a picture of a ware wolf with a fro... We thought it was pretty cute. (His little socks had pumpkins on them.) We did have a few trick or treaters but we hid from them. (Seriously, shut the lights and T.V. off and sat really quietly...) We went up to Doug and Mel's to say hello to the old crew from Small Smiles. They serve hot dogs, chilli and hot chocolate to all of their trick or treaters. It's kind of a fun change to the typical Halloween night. We went to Olive Garden after (we weren't in the mood for hot dogs) and ate. Koy slept the whole time and then after his bath he slept from 10 pm until 5 the next morning! It was so great!

Justin usually burps Koy when he's home at night...

Here are my eyes!

We went to the Pumpkin walk the Monday before Halloween. Koy enjoyed it as you can see. It was Justin's first time to it too. Hopefully we can go when its dark next year. The displays are a little bit cooler at night. 

Well, those are just some of the random pictures from this last week. Sorry this post was so long!

2 Weeks Old!

Today Koy had his two week well check. It went pretty well and he's gaining weight like no other! He now weighs 7 lbs and 15 oz and is 21 inches long. He did pretty well until they cut his heel to do some more blood tests. Oh, it was just so sad and it took so long to get all of the blood they needed! He's never cried that hard and it completely wore him out. He was falling asleep before we even had him in the car seat. Here is the "report card" they gave us with his cute little footprints. 

This is all he's done today...

I'm not the best at getting photos but realized last week that I hadn't gotten any of his baths. Justin has given him all but one bath and I love it!

Our days aren't too exciting right now but we are loving every minute of this little guy! 

Lil' Koy is over 1 week old!

It's hard to believe that Koy has been here for over a week now, but we're enjoying every minute of it! We love this little guy so much! So far he's been a really good baby and he's even had a couple of good nights of rest. (Not a full night of sleep yet, but he doesn't get too fussy anymore.) His favorite things consist of eating, sleeping, watching sports and bath time with his dad. He didn't even scream his head off last night during his bath. Amazing! I love listing to the things Justin says to him. He's so funny sometimes. Koy's head is healing up really well. He had some pretty nasty blisters and a cut from the suction thing the Dr. used to help get him out. Here are a few pictures. His hands and feet were so skinny when he was born and now they are filling out. It's hard to get good pictures because the flash on my camera washes him out and if the flash is shut off the picture is blurry. Oh well!

Koy Burton Hall

Well here he is. I'm sure this blog will be dedicated to him real soon, so I just put up a few of his pics. He was born Monday at 11:03 am and weighed 7 lbs 13 oz, 20 1/2 inches long. His head was/is banged up a bit from the vacuum. All things considered he is doing great. Sherrie said I would do a play-by-play of his arrival, so I guess I'll give it my best shot. In my defense, the details are still a little fuzzy at this point, but I'll give it a try.

Sunday morning at 6 Sherrie woke up and was having contractions. We were scheduled to go in Monday for an induction, but the contractions were pretty heavy, and pretty consistent. I didn't have any idea what to do or what not to do, so I offered support and back massages, then just sat around and waited. Church time came and she didn't think she could make it. I went to sacrament then decided to come home. She was basically the same when I got home, hard contractions every 5-10 minutes. I hadn't learned anything new at church regarding contractions, so I sat down for a day full of football. We spent all day Saturday watching football too, so we were all practiced up for Sunday. I told her before that I wouldn't tolerate being a woos, so she was pleasant as could be between contractions. I cooked, we ate, and she kept having contractions. We didn't really talk about going to the hospital, I think we both were afraid of them telling us to come home and wait for Monday. I fell asleep after the 2nd re-run of SportsCenter came on, and she woke me up at about 11 and said we needed to go to the hospital. Then I panicked inside. We're going to have a baby. We are really going to have a baby. What are we going to do with him? What do I take to the hospital? Will I come home, where will I sleep, how long will this take? Sherrie packed my stuff, and I made it to the car and managed to remember where the hospital was. We checked in, they checked her dialation status, and said she was moving along really well and we'd have a baby in no time. Then they asked if she wanted the epidural then or later. Sherrie is sitting there, can't even talk during contractions, looks like someone drop-kicked her in the testicles (if she had them) and the nurse thinks we might want to wait to stop the pain. "Yeah, she'll just wait till after the delivery and then order the epidural to help her recover quicker. Here's your sign." 

Epidural at 1:30 and everything seemed calm after that. Sherrie seemed more pleasant, and I found SportsCenter on the TV, all was well. After 3 more rounds of SportsCenter I was having a hard time wrapping my mind around what was going on. I don't know if I was more shocked that we were actually having a baby or that the Cardinals beat the Cowboys. Episode after episode I still couldn't believe they won. 

We started pushing at about 7:30, and the counting was wearing me out. I hated to see her hurt so much, so I tried counting faster, but realized that probably would prolong the agony. It really sucks just watching with no way to help. 10:45 they say we're ready for the Doctor, and then ask if it's okay for the doctor's intern, a lady from the corporate hospital, and an extra nurse to be in the room. So we have like 7 people plus me and Sherrie, and she wasn't even comfortable with her mom being there, so imagine how she felt with 7 strangers. I kept thinking that anytime you are in a hospital and they come to you and say, "We have 5 extra people that want to come and watch what is happening to you," it probably isn't a good sign. Everyone came in and got ready, except for Sherrie's doc. He was late, then had the nerve to come in cracking jokes and complaining about having a super bad cramp in his leg that he took some children's tylenol for. The nurses tried to shut him up, and the whole time I was thinking, "And you really were smart enough to get into medical school?" Genius. Then he wants to joke with me about the baby being a girl. I saw the ultra-sound. Twice. In cows and horses you don't even look for the sex organs, so seeing the family jewels in the ultrasound is about as sure as it gets. But just in case I told him we could still fill out the adoption papers.

After a few more pushes I thought she was going to pass out. I kept counting faster and faster, but the little sucker was coming face up and couldn't bend the corner. So, he hooked up the vacuum and finally got him out. HOLY CRAP!!! When I saw the vacuum I thought that was about how big his head would be. I was close, except it was about triple that size. It scabbed him up pretty good, but wow. I guess that will just get him used to head trauma. Being named after Burton and all he'll have a band-aid on his head most of his life I'm sure. Anyway, what a miracle! He started crying and his lip was quivering, and all I wanted to do was rescue the little guy. 

We didn't get much sleep that day or night. He decided to stay up all night, and all I had to sleep with was a sheet and a couch that is just short of 5 foot long. I was freezing, Sherrie was hot and wasted, and Koy didn't want to sleep. First night was great. Then they let us come home and he wanted to stay up last night as well. I think he just wants to stay awake and watch SportsCenter. 

We took him to the pediatrician this morning, and he is no longer a Gentile. He took that pretty well too. Now he's sleeping and Sherrie is trying to too. I just want to be Superman every time I hear him fuss or cry. It is amazing how quickly you can fall in love with the little guy. They say he looks like me, so ladies beware! He is a handsome little guy if I do say so myself. Keith Nicoll always said he hasn't ever seen a baby that didn't look like a lizard or a rat. I guess I'll have to show him this little guy. We think he's pretty special.

Finally someone that speaks english!

So we got stood up Wednesday and Thursday with DirecTV and Friday I decided that we would call Comcast or Dish to see which one could get here fastest. Dish said they would have someone install first thing Saturday morning. With Sherrie finally getting religion and all we wanted to be able to watch conference at home, so Saturday morning would be best. I told her I would not tolerate scheduling an appointment and them flaking on us, and she assured me that they would either be there first thing Saturday morning or else installation and our first month were free. I woke up at 7 on Saturday and it was raining. I thought for sure they would flake. At exactly 8:00 the doorbell rang and in came a 350 pound man. No joke, I'm surprised the ladder held him up. Anyway, we got all hooked up, DVR and all. Now when we bring our kid home from the hospital we can expose him  to all the language, violence, and sex on TV. Well, violence and sex anyway. Sherrie has the language covered. Sunday during a spiritual session the channel would change, with nobody touching the remote. I took it as a sign from the Lord to watch the football game instead, but it turns out a neighbor has Dish and their remote was working on our TV. Also turns out that our receiver box is upstairs and TV downstairs, due to the low-grade cable in the walls of our house. Low grade is OK from the TV to the receiver, but high grade is required from receiver to Dish. 

So, today I called Dish and the guy walked me through a few things and said that it would be hard to tell if anything worked because the TV was not in the same room as the receiver. I went up and down the stairs about 50 times while talking to him, and he thought everything worked. So I assumed everything worked and went with my wife to the doctor's office to see about having a baby. More on that later.

It turns out that the first Dish guy's method didn't work. So I called again tonight. The automated menu took about 30 minutes. Press 1 for english, 2 espanol, bla bla bla. Why can't they just put a receptionist on the line to help me? Finally the phone rang and I got to speak with a representative, but wait. I could barely understand him. "I pressed 1 for english," I said. "I am english," was his pakistani reply. Right off the bat I knew it wasn't going to work. We went through the whole process about 7 times, all while he asked me if we could hook another TV up to the receiver upstairs. So at least 8 times I explained to him, in perfect english mind you, that we only owned 1 TV and that it was heavy and located downstairs. He had me do a few things and wouldn't you know, now nothing would work. TV came on and off, and volume worked fine. Other than that we had nothing. No channel changing, no menu, nada. He finally says we can't do anything until a TV is hooked up to the receiver upstairs. I hung up pissed off and humped that heavy mother upstairs, rewired it, then called again, and the automated menu only took 10 minutes this time. After all of that my patience was running on reserve and then, like a tender mercy, the rep came on and it was some chick with a southern accent. "Thank you for speaking english," I said. She laughed a little, had me push record on both remotes 3 times, and it was fixed. All that wiring and hauling and cussing and all I needed to do was push record 3 times. Damn Pakistanis! Well now it works just fine.

Oh, about the baby thing. He manually dialated her to a whopping 1 today. I'm sure Sherrie loved that, but at least the doc is trying to help. He said technically it could come any moment, but probably not. We'll go in Friday to see if he can strip her membranes, and if not then Monday is the big day. Maybe I should have made her carry the TV back and forth......

Stood Up!

Ok, so I've been a little hesitant to post after Justin's last post. He's the bomb and now everyone knows why I love him! :) Really though. I don' t know what I did to deserve him but I am grateful everyday that he picked me! 

So, you are all probably sick of the mushy stuff, so I'll stick to buying a card like Tyler suggested. Goodness. We have decided that we need T.V. It was a tough call... not! We've had free cable since we got married and this summer when we moved, we were able to get like two channels and then they switched to digital and now, we get NOTHING! Well, the satellite guy was supposed to come yesterday and hook everything up. Then they cancelled. So, they were supposed to come today between 4&6... it is now 6:50. They never call, they never write. They just expect us to sit here waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting for them to come. Do they not understand the inconvenience they have caused us? Ok, it's not really an inconvenience because I just wanted to take a nap when I got home. Nothing great. Oh well. This reminds me of Seinfeld when the cable guy doesn't show up at Kramer's so he gets revenge by not letting the cable guy in when he comes and then the cable guy basically hunts him down in the street. Kinda funny....

Before you scroll down, I am warning you that if you have a weak stomach, you may puke at the second picture. It's just weird for me to see. I had to put a picture on of the blanket Kimmy made for the baby. SO CUTE! We just love it! In fact, I kinda just want to hang it on the wall because it's so cute and I don't want it to get dirty or worn out or anything. Thanks Kim! We love you! You can kinda see the hamper that Aunt Cin and the girls gave us too. It has the cute little monkey on the top. It just looks so cute together!

The next picture was taken on Sunday... 9 days before he's due. That is one huge belly! It makes me sick actually but it is pretty amazing what your body can do. (Thanks to Brooke G. for brining up that side of pregnancy. I love your advice!) For some reason I feel like a Kangaroo and it just kinda still amazes me that its a lil' baby in there and not like some strange animal like a zebra or chimp or something... at least we think it's a baby...
Anyway, so that's about the latest in our lives. Tomorrow USU plays B.Y.... I can't put the last letter. Justin would be ashamed. But even though we are going to get trampled it'll be fun to go sit on the cement steps and milk le cow!

Why Me?

So I've been thinking about posting something for a while now. I told Sherrie that it is for girls, and it usually is. I don't see many of my married friends posting, but oh well. I just can't understand how I ended up with her. She's beautiful, always smiling, waits on me hand and foot, always goes shopping to get ME stuff, cooks, cleans, sings, and NEVER complains. I don't know if she doesn't complain because I told her when we were dating that I wouldn't put up with it, but I'm stuck with her now, and she still won't complain. She's practically 9 months pregnant, can't sleep, upset stomach all the time, back hurts, pinched nerve in the shoulder, belly hurts, feet hurt, I could go on, and yet she still asks me everyday what I want her to cook for dinner. The number of massages she gives me in a week compared to the number I give her is about 17 to 1. That's not a misprint, and she's 9 months prego!! I don't have to deal with the stress, pregnant body pains, work, cooking, cleaning, making sure the baby's room is ready, having a cervix that won't dilate, pregnancy weight, or anything else. All I do is stare into a microscope all day. And she still treats me like a king and thinks I need the attention. Why me? I was a jerk to most girls I dated, make sexist comments all the time (some heartfelt, some sarcastic) yet I still ended up with a wife with zero flaws. She's practically perfect in every way! I've asked myself why many many times. I came up with 3 possible answers. 

#1- She did something horrible before she came to earth and is making up for it.

#2- I was horrible before I came to earth and the Lord knew that the only way I would ever have a snowball's chance in hell of making it through this life would be with the perfect wife. 

#3- (This answer is doctrinally sound, but anyone who knows me knows it is a long shot at best) Maybe I was a good guy before I came to earth and somehow pre-qualified for the perfect wife. 

I'm going with #2 but why does she have to put up with me? Where is her agency? Or maybe the Lord slipped her a big wad of pre-earth cash if she'd take me. Either way, I don't deserve her. She never mopes or complains, and is never ever moody. I don't know how some guys put up with their wives, but I still think I could tolerate a little moodiness. Heck I made it through living with my 3 sisters didn't I? (stay tuned for all 3 rebuttles to that comment) 

Anyway, this is for Sherrie. I could have searched the world over 2 or 3 more times, and still made the same decision. And to top that off, she'll be an even better mother. How did I get so lucky?

38 Weeks Down and 10 more to go!

Ok, so things are looking good if I was due in DECEMBER! The Dr. came in yesterday and the first thing he said was, "It looks like your going to have a December baby." I think he said it to be funny and he was probably trying to get a nasty reaction from me. The thing is, I'm actually not too uncomfortable besides the lack of sleep. But hey, when you've had mono twice in your life and you have come to the realization that you are going to be sleep deprived for the rest of forever, things aren't so bad. Anyway, so after the little "check up" he changed is original statement into a statement of truth. We're not getting any closer folks. The little counter on my page may just have to go. It will probably drive me crazy. The baby is completely content with life in my tummy and he may not come out without us taking action. We do realize a lot can change in two weeks but we're not planning on anything spectacular. Although, Justin does have a test tomorrow and he said it would be great if the babe decided to come tonight. . . 

Blogging is for Girls...

Hello everyone. Sorry it's been so long since WE'VE had a new post on here. I've been waiting for Justin to do it and he said that blogging is for girls. However ladies, he will be doing "play by play" sports commentary when the baby comes. He thinks it'll be funny. We'll see if the computer makes it home from the hospital in one piece especially once he starts laughing and won't tell me what he is typing. It could be a little intense. . . We might need Kimmy there to slap him on the head if he starts putting too much information or compares me to a cow or horse. It'll give him something to do though and that will actually be a relief. He gets so bored at the hospital.

We have a little over two weeks left until the baby's official due date. Things have been going really well and we have another appointment tomorrow. I didn't ask any questions at the last one. When Justin's not there I always forget anything I want to ask. Justin usually has some pretty logical questions for the Dr. (Justin will be getting medicinal marijuana during the delivery. J/k.)

Anyway, we went up Providence canyon a little while ago and had a cookout w/Brady and Christi. It was really fun to hang out with those two and the boys cooked dinner in their dutch ovens. We had BBQ chicken, potatoes and peach cobbler. Yum! Here are some pictures we took: 

We were also told that we were going to have to move the truck because some guy had built fences around the fire pit and was just mad the fence could be moved to back a truck into the place. He had threatened that the sheriff was going to come and impound the truck, but nothing gets by Brady and Justin. They asked him where the sign was posted saying we couldn't be in there and the guy was like, "Uh...it's not right here but it's on a piece of paper at the bottom of the canyon." He ended up leaving and guess what? No sheriff ever came by. We figured he built the fences for community service and was just upset that someone was smart enough to get in there. (It really wasn't rocket science when the fence isn't anchored to the ground in anyway...) We still had a good time though.