All is Well in Zion

Last weekend Alicia loaded up the family station wagon all by herself, met Zach at work and headed to the land of promise called Zion. Actually we stayed in St. George but spent the day in Zion. We loved hiking into Hidden Canyon. Henry tolerates his backpack sometimes, but screams most of the time. He was happiest when he was freed from the bondage and oppression of the backpack and was able to eat sand and throw rocks.

He is so into chucking things that he threw his hat into a ravine and Alicia had to go down very carefully and get it without falling to her death.

On Saturday we went to Snow Canyon, which was beautiful and not crowded. We hiked on the petrified sanddunes and Henry refused to be in the backpack. He wandered on the rocks in his bare feet because we left his shoes at the house.

We like to have contests when we go to public places. Things like "best fake coyboy" at a rodeo, or "teenager most likely to be a drug dealer" at the State Fair. This couple won the contest before we even thought of it. Passing them twice on the trail to the Narrows entrance, the unbelievable cleavage this woman was sporting made her an instant winner. It was a good four inches of unbuttoned endlessness. We caught up them on the road and had to snap a picture.