The Great Escape

This winter has been, well, cold.  So very bitterly cold.  (Those in Northern Utah know what I'm talking about.) For more than 2 weeks, we barely saw temperatures over 20 degrees F.  Most mornings were single digits at the beginning of the month.  Plus this inversion is killing me, the smog and pollution in the air is beyond gross.  Something needed to be done.  Last week I was chatting with my sister online and coveting the warmer weather down in Southern Utah.  She was telling me how bored she was getting while waiting around during these last few weeks of pregnancy.  So we came up with the grand idea that Danny and I would come down to visit over the long weekend so we could enjoy the sunshine and entertain Michele at the same time.  We had a fun, chill weekend.  Here were the highlights of our quick trip...

• Playing lots of card and board games.  I had great beginners luck the first evening we were there, but that was not the case by the last night.
• Attending Michele's bridal shower thrown by the ladies in the ward.

• Sunshine, sunshine and more sunshine.  It was in the high 50's, which felt like a balmy, summer day to me and Danny.  Plus, no smog!
• Playing Bocce Ball at the park!  I held my own against Dan and Danny.

• Trying out a new Mexican restaurant.
• Visiting one of my favorite places in the world, Yogurtland!  They by far have the best frozen yogurt out of everyone.
• Sunday Naps.
• Going on walks and having multiple discussions on a range of topics with Michele, my awesome sister.

• Dan's family having us over for dinner and games.
• Enjoying quite possibly the best blueberry pancakes I've ever had in my life at Black Bear Diner.

Now that we have been back for a few days, I have had my first encounter with the "excitement" of driving in a freezing rain storm today, which is very rare in Utah.  I now have a lot more compassion for people back East when they complain about ice storms.  It was terrifying!  Even walking a half a block to get lunch, I felt like I was on an ice skating rink.  It was a bad day to wear Vans.  Luckily, no falls.  Let's just say I'm REALLY missing St. George right now.