So we head out on a perfect sunset night (Friday) . . . and I say, This is an omen, people! This is going to be the best trip ever (but inside, I thought . . . or is this the highlight? and it's all downhill from here? Stupid me, why do I have such thoughts . . . that often come true?!)
And it was great . . . until Piper had a peanut reaction and John practically fell asleep driving.
Well . . . that changed things.
Thankfully, I convinced sleepy John to pull over so I could drive.
And even more thankfully, I had an amazing play list on my iPhone . . . and having just watched tons of Jimmy Fallon "lip sync battles" (I was channelling my inner Emma Stone--see link), I kept myself very entertained lip synching to every single song on the album (they're all my favorites).
I pretty much would have won every single battle. And I only almost crashed twice when I was using both my hands to dance and sing . . . and drive (turns out not a great combo).
(I'm telling you, when I'm famous and Jimmy and I go head to head in the battle . . . I will WIN!)
We arrived safe and sound at my sisters Hurricane Utah house . . . which is currently under construction . . . there is nothing but a table, a few chairs, and patio furniture.
But we made ourselves at home . . .
The girls getting ready for bed . . .
The bedroom for the kids (which we brought)
The patio furniture . . .(and more important the view. . . )
The kitchen table . . .
and the hot tub and more patio furniture (and more gorgeous views)
They woke ups feeling sleepy but good . . .
Until after church, when Piper again felt horrible. So we waited until she felt better . . . and headed off to Zions.
We parked and Piper told us, sadly, she was feeling quite poorly again . . . we didn't pay much attention to her. In fact, we may have made her go on a hike . . .
Here's C getting ready to hike . . .
Oh and Piper is smiling . . . at the beginning of the hike.
We each step, her belly hurt more and more . . .
I distracted her by telling her to look at the gorgeous tree changing colors . . .
She tried hard . . .
But right here, below where Finn is sitting (notice he's looking down) she stumbled off the trail and proceeded to be sick behind a tree.
Post barf Piper . . .
Piper and I headed down . . . the other three finished the Watchman Hike
I ran to the car to grab water and gum (a must after being sick). . .
She sat on the banks of the Virgin river, staring at this stork . . .
I walked her back to the car (she had to stop once to be sick again --her nightmare--in public) and told the rest of the family that we just may need to head back home for poor Piper . . .. Everyone felt so sad for her, they all agreed to head out.
She then spent the rest of the afternoon curled up on the outside couches (only comfy furniture) . . .
Looking at this view . . . (if you have to be sick . . . this is the view to have)
She seemed ok, so as the sun set, Celia and I explored the neighborhood . . .
And accidentally on purpose went onto the golf course . . .
and onto the trail behind the golf course, that overlooks the utterly amazing red rock gorge behind their neighborhood . . .
For reals!
And back through the golf course as the sun disappeared . . .
Back to the house to finish up the Farming Game (Celia won . . .)
While Piper watched, feeling finally slightly better . . .
And then, after a LOOOOONG night of violent thunder and lightning storms (that literally sounded like atom bombs were being dropped outside our house), we woke up, had a lazy morning, Piper was all better (though very very weak), and drove through the rain home . . .
And what during the two days were were gone . . . FALL came . . .
The trees are all turning!
My favorite view . . .
Despite the sick, the Zion's disappointment, and the crazy nights filled with storms, it was an adventure. We played games together, talked a lot, explored places close by, and as usual, remembered how much we like each other.
So I guess that glorious sunset was a good omen . . . not that things would all go smoothly, but that it would be fun and crazy and the best of all . . . memorable!
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