‘Krysta Lee Cox Whitmore, is one of my bestest friends in the world. As most of you know, we met while serving as missionaries in Albania. As missionaries at night, while getting ready for bed, after planning was over, conversations often followed the same theme: home. I heard all about a magical place called Moapa Valley Nevada. While meeting new investigators and members we had little photo books we kept with us, and I would see pictures of Moapa, of her dad’s 5 acres, and of her family and friends there. Since our missions I have heard more stories, and more memories of the magical land of Moapa.
This weekend, the time finally arrived, I actually visited the Magical Valley, Moapa.
We drove through the afternoon and into the night. It was about 7:15 our time when we rolled into Mesquite Nevada. We ate at Los Lupes for dinner, which randomly we had once eaten at before late one night on our way home from Rexburg. It was a Mexican place…yep, and the chips and salsa were awesome, and it was where I finally met…Burton Cox. I had met Krysta’s mom MaryAnn Cox earlier this summer while they brought her youngest daughter Amelia to college in Rexburg. It was wonderful, he was just as I imagined.
That night we stayed at Krysta’s house in Moapa. It was dark as we drove in, all we could see was the house itself. As we went to bed, MaryAnn warned us about the cow (who I called Topas, Krysta called it Dark, which in Albanian means dinner), she would probably start mooing early in the morning.
At 5:30 am, I heard her. It sounded so close. I waited another hour to get up. By then, I looked out the window and saw the view I had seen so many times in Krysta’s photo book:
Soon enough I got my tour. Burton was already hard at work, and in fact you can see him in the above picture too, already hard at work feeding the animals.
Here is Burton telling us about the groundhogs that he had been trying to get rid of. While he told this story, Krysta told me about a time when the cat brought one of them in…and it was still alive. Needless to say it freaked her out.
We moved on, and I met the cow…Dark
To get to Moapa we take the same exit as you would to go to Ely Nevada, my moms home town!
Next we went to Zacs house in Logandale, which is also in Moapa Valley.
Later in the party we had a gift exchange. It was a watch extravaganza!
Karl got another Casio Calculator watch.
I got this amazing Paul Frank watch.
Raaawww-One tooth, Karen the ruiner!
She seriously was going NUTS. Too many new people, sitting in the car and not being at home.