So I promised I would catch everyone up on all the happenings in our household. Be aware some of these events may have taken place a few months ago but I'm determined to document our lives even if it is a little late! The summer started with an amazing trip to Zion's National Park. Let me begin with a little story.
My husband is always saying, "Let's go camping! Let's go camping!" I love the out-of-doors (especially when you have an air mattress) but I always think, "My poor misguided husband, he just doesn't understand." You see, I am from Washington. Yes, the Evergreen State! Where I grew up Mt. Rainer was just a few hours away. I would always silently chuckle at my husband and think "You just don't understand that nothing you could see in Utah could possibly compare to Washington." Don't get me wrong I really love Utah. I think it is very beautiful. There are many mountains and wooded areas...it's lovely. But I had already convinced myself that nothing could possibly compare with the Olympic National Forest of my childhood. Especially Zions ,which is in Southern Utah, therefore what you see is a bunch of dirt, red rocks, and sage. My conceit knew no bounds and I condescendingly agreed to do the "Southern Utah" version of camping.
Well, the moment we got there I wanted to eat my words and also have a panic attack because of the little tiny roads and the sheer drop offs just on the other side of our car. It was amazing. Beautiful in a way you can't imagine without being there. I'm so grateful that Heavenly Father has such an imagination that he could create both the Olympic National Park and Zion's National Park.
We were there with our wonderful friends, the Harmons! There was much laughing, much hiking, and much dutch oven cooking. We learned many fun facts about the park. Such as, the squirrel is apparently the most dangerous animal in the park. However, that didn't really stop Aaron from putting his hands lots of places those little monsters can hide (See Exhibit A to the right).
It was a fabulous trip and I've decided I really enjoy Southern Utah. Where else can you find towns called Hurricane and La Vericane (pronounced Hercun and LaVercun). However, I still have trouble believing that the squirrel is the most dangerous animal in the park, especially when there are plently of snakes and various mountain lions around the park. It may take a few more trips to Zions and possible a squirrel attack for me to become a believer.
