High on the Mountain Top

Over the long weekend, my family and I went down to southern Utah to visit our parents. Oh how I love having southern Utah to escape to on long weekends. I'm not a homebody at all. I need to get out. I need to breath. I need to leave my home and my obligations and go to southern Utah or my sanity will start to wane.

We spent most of the weekend in Summit sipping hot chocolate by the fire, but we did take a couple of excursions, including one down to Springdale to visit Brent's parents.

Once you are in Springdale and looking around at all the hills, it's very hard to restrain yourself from climbing them, and so we went a-climbing.

Seriously, how can you NOT want to get out and climb? It's impossible, I tell you. Impossible!

Charlie was ecstatic to be out, communing with nature.

And he sort of stole the show. It tends to happen a lot around here. Charlie's a total glory hog.

But we were all there in our Sunday best, see? Even Buster got to get out and feel like a wild animal, until we put his leash back on him and shoved him in his little box in the car. Not too much nature for him. If I'm going to have a dog, he needs to be good and domesticated.

And there you have it. So to sum things up...

We weren't home this weekend.

Southern Utah is great.

I love hot chocolate.

Especially the Stephen's mint kind.

I also love fires.

Springdale is lovely this time of year.

Charlie is a glory hog.

Buster, the domesticated Shorkie, managed really well going on vacation with us for the first time.

Except for the incident in Brent's parent's bedroom.

It was an unfortunate incident.

I still feel bad.

The End.