Robyn Ann Smith
I remember all of the fun camping trips that the Smith family had and Mark was a big part of that. I remember riding the Totegoat and yellow motorcycle with the fur seat on it up at the cabin. The cabin always was such fun with m&m fights and the boy cousins trying to scare the girl cousins about monsters in the outhouse. I remember hiking up over the hill behind the cabin and Mark always wanting to hike just a little farther than we were supposed to go. Mark was always pushing boundaries. Even though Mark was younger than me by a couple of years I looked up to his unfailing bravery to be the first one of us cousins to try something. Sometimes the results ended up with Mark at the hospital getting stitches or xrays for broken bones but it never stopped Mark's next adventure. As we grew up we had many conversations about cars and family and the world in general that I remember fondly.
Mark had an uncanny understanding of how motors worked both due to his dad's tutelage and an inborn understanding. He was a great drummer and loved to listen to music.
He had a mischievous side but was there to help a friend when asked.
Mark dealt with some demons in his life as so many of our generation did and still do but he never gave up.
I'll miss our conversations up at Flaming Gorge each Pioneer Day but look forward to the day we'll all be together on the other side to continue the conversation. Love ya Cuz, Robyn Ann