Friday was naps from a very short Thursday night, two hours of work, talking to Bryce on the phone, and driving to St. George with Lynn and Matt. Friday ended with meeting John and Dawn, mexican food, and snuggling into a mummy sleeping bag.
Saturday began with baked apples and pottery talk, followed by sandals and socks (yes, at the same time), which lead to high elevations and dangerous cliffs. Then there was the gift shop with its t-shirts and post cards, the rock store with its shark teeth and dinosaur eggs. With dinner there was GPS confusion, sushi, and cold stone. At dinner there was loud laughter, pure enjoyment, and first time Calamari. Before bed there was bike talk, Captian Morgan, and milk.
Sunday came with sun and fruity "ball-shaped" cereal. There were missing husbands, pig tails, and decisions to be made (hiking or biking, biking or hiking??). Two departed by car, three departed by bicycle. Two drove to Kolob, three rode to Snow Canyon. On the ride there were 22 miles, speeds exceeding 37 miles per hour, trucks with black exhaust, and cyclists with middle fingers. Then there was the drive home which was napping, the Weakerthans, Waking Ashland, Straylight Run, Vadera, and junk food.
The weekend as a whole: there was zen, love, laughter, peace, happiness, contentment.
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