We finally resurrected the St. George girls' trip! We used to go every summer, but it's been years since we've been down to see the plays at Tuacahn.
The trip started off with The Shirts Heard Round the World.
Now that it is hotter than the fires of hell, I am really missing spring running temps. Here were some of my adventures.
A snail on the Spanish Fork River trail when it was too muddy to go anywhere else.
Rand pulled this Cheetoh out of the bag and got the giggles. Nobody was willing to eat it. It was on our Evanston trip, and I think Karah was tempted, but we saved it and brought it all the way back home with us.
Probably gonna make millions on it when we sell it on e-Bay.
Cole and Rand braved the freezing cold water. Cole was also barefoot. That's some A+ dad business since those are two of his least favorite things. But if you heard Rand giggling as they stuck their heads in the waterfall, you'd know it was all worth it.
We finally resurrected the St. George girls' trip! We used to go every summer, but it's been years since we've been down to see ...