West Fork cabin

My great grandpa Okelberry was a sheep herder. He herded sheep in the high Uintahs where he built a cabin in the 1940's. We still love to go there and fondly refer to it as the West Fork cabin.
I always have thought of it as the most beautiful place in the world. I think my children feel the same way.

Grandpa Bud and Grandma Jean. She spent her childhood summers living in these mountains.



Millie had a spill into the stream.
Poor Millie
The old spring- the best tasting water in the world.