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Many of you know I'm participating in a research project this summer with fellow art educators. We're studying a plethora of things. I'm focusing on religion in a public education art curriculum. I'm fascinated.

We go on super cool expeditions, camping, hiking, investigating petroglyph sites, and this weekend white water rafting. On one such adventure, in the Canyon Lands we came across a name that I've been really interested in. Albert Weber, carved his name into the rock, with remarkable penmanship, in 1926.

I asked my mom if she'd help me find a match, using all she knows about genealogy. She did her thing, and found a hit. This Albert Weber, was 24 at the time he engraved his name, and had passed away nearly twenty years ago. However, mom found a phone number for a potential son, in the white pages, living in Green River, UT.

She called him today. His wife answered. Her husband passed away in January. But, conveniently, we'll be in her area this weekend, and she gave us permission to visit her. I'm all at once, terrified and overjoyed.

She hasn't got any written history for her father-in-law, so our visit will be all we can glean about Albert Weber, unless of course, I find funding to make a trip to California to visit his surviving brother there.

I'm not really sure, what I'm doing. AND I'm not really sure, why I'm doing it. But, I'll view this as an opportunity to act like an adult. I'm always afraid to do things real people do....I wonder if I'll ever grow out of that.