A Long Awaited Long Weekend

Having been living in the great arctic valley of Salt Lake for weeks of inversion and cold and snow, we have been placing all our hopes and dreams of warmth and happiness on this, Presidents Day Weekend.  Pretty much the day we returned from our last trip to St. George we started planning our next visit, seeing as how we spent all of the last one feeling like total crap and letting Peter and Sheri watch our children while we slept. For weeks we have been sitting on our couch, encased completely in blankets and watching the bleak weather forecast.  With each sub-freezing temperature we see we look at each other and say, St. George....we're coming....we're coming....

I'm happy to report that the weather did us right.  And this trip couldn't have come at a more perfect time.  Presidents Day fell at the end of Teacher Appreciation Week, of which I was in charge and which was great but quite stressful and super super busy.  And filled with many many things.  Many. Getting in the car on Friday afternoon and heading off on a long drive has never felt so wonderful.  Thank you, Peter and Sheri, for being happy to have us, and thank you, St. George, for giving us the best possible weather you could in February.  I forgot what sunshine even felt like.  And short sleeve shirts. 

Do I complain this much every winter?  Don't answer that.

Anyway....all the Preslars feel better and feel like we can head back to Salt Lake in good spirits, ready to face a week of snow storms.  Well, almost ready.

Behold her Hulk-like strength as she bends the bar of steel....