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What We Saw in the Utah Desert


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  1. Hello. I came by via Social Parade. I now am your newest follower. I hope you'll come see me. I am #22 on Mr. Linky or http://traci66.blogspot.com

    What neat photos looks like a neat place.

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  2. Only in UT. seriously.

    We actually have to drive a different way to my brothers house so Sissy can see the ostrich's on the way. What does one do with an Ostrich for crying out loud

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  3. Are those ostrich boots? What sicko decided to hang those up in that poor ostrich's home?! I pretty sure it wasn't the ostrich.

    Where is this place? I wouldn't mind checking it out next time I am in UT

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  4. Stopping by from Social Parade!
    Looking forward to reading more of your blog! I'm following and I've subscribed!

    Jennifer
    www.lebedafamily.blogspot.com

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  5. Great to be here! Stopping by from Social Parade! Enjoy the rest of your week! www.miamamiah.com

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  6. I'm not participating in Social Parade but couldn't resist checking out a few of those listed. You've sucked me in! I'm now a follower! Maybe the boots belonged to the visitor who DIDN'T feed the ostrich!!!

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  7. You are on my blog roll and I just have to say that I love you! Your honesty about the craziness of life helps me feel sane. You are amazing. :)

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  8. I'm in Utah too...bet we've seen the same "desert"! ;)
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