What a great time away. Chris thinks he beat me to the punch by blogging while on vacation, but I've got pictures! We drove to SLC, UT on Friday afternoon and stayed with my brother Brad until Sunday afternoon. Saturday morning we ventured over to Cabella's. That's an adventure all by itself. They have a small museum of animals, dioramas, aquarium and thousands of cool items you just can't do without. We found a twin-size blow up mattress for vacations and camping.
Our next adventure was just around the corner at Tucano's, a feast for the meat-lover. It's not cheap but the meat is constant and varied. I'm not much of a meat lover myself, but Chris was salivating. I thought the roast beef was delicious (but frankly, mine is just as good) and enjoyed the salad bar. I think we all passed on the chicken hearts. Now really, people, who needs those!? We pretty much stuffed ourselves and then headed to BYU for a little bit of bowling. There's something about BYU that is magical for children. I remember the same feeling when I was a young girl, and my kids feel it too.
Sunday morning we woke to SNOW! How wrong is that on Spring Break? We left for St. George after Sacrament Meeting and a brief lunch. Only minor mishaps slowed us down. My bike kept unlatching from the new (to us) bike rack we purchased. By the time we arrived at the Worldmark condos, the tread on my rear tire was worn right through to the tube from being dragged on the freeway. Chris to the rescue and the tire was quickly fixed and a few well-placed bungee chords held my bike in place for the rest of the trip.
We had grand ideas of biking and exercising for our vacation. Great thoughts for parents brought back to reality by children who just wanted to swim all day long. (Yes, that is exercise too). For all the effort of lugging bikes 1700 miles on vacation, we ended up riding them for maybe one hour. Check out Chris' blog for lessons learned by my children in that short span of time.
We love the Worldmark condos and this one was just as great. It took Chris pointing out to the girls that the swimming pool was simply fifteen feet from our back patio. Oh the bliss. They were exploring the condo and basking in the smell (for some reason hotels/motels/condos have a smell that they love. I think it is associated with vacations and fun.) and had somehow missed the swimming pool in their brief perusal of the back patio. The clubhouse and play area were also right out our back door; we were all excited about the next four days.
We spent the next few days, shopping at the outlets, playing in the sand dunes, expressing awe at the red-striated mountains, swimming, eating, playing Wii, and visiting the St. George temple grounds.