It's a holiday that signifies, for The Man, that it's past time to have the trailer out and stocked and ready to roll. He washes the winter dust off the toys, loads them up, along with The Circus, and we head out for fresh air with fresh spring hopes in our hearts.
Fleeing south guarantees us that we won't get snowed on.
This is Utah, afterall.
The drive seemed longer this trip than other trips, but I somehow feel it was a harder winter for us mentally, so perhaps it took us a little bit to shake winter off our brains as we drove. School seems to be dragging for everyone, and there have been the mental pressures of The Man switching from being a business owner to putting that on the side and taking a job working for someone else in hopes of growth and new opportunities.
We made a traditional pit stop at the Scipio gas station that doubles as a petting zoo to check on our llama friends and our favorite Utah resident zebra.
Sadly, we didn't find our zebra friend, but we believe we found his offspring. What we can't decide is should we call it a Zonkey or a Deebra? Whatever you call it, it was super friendly, pushing its nose at us to be pet.
Either way it was a fun find on that stop.
We made it to Sand Hollow (here) and pulled right up on the beach, which seems to be par for us. Easter is always right on the beach. Fall is in the campground where the rock formations in the water can be explored, and where it's nearer to the scuba diving launch. The water is warmer in the fall, which is a little more inviting for submerging yourself down to the bottom. Although we have yet to actually dive there.
This fall. This fall.
It only took a moment, long enough for us to level and open the trailer up, before we found our groove for the next three days.
As we pulled up to the beach area we noticed a lone kitchen chair sitting out in the water. We claimed it for a day but it didn't take us long to find a better use for it.
More on The Man's brilliant fire pit shoveling skills here.
It was a good beach chair. But it was even better firewood.
We got to visit with Grandpa Dick and Grandma KC, I pretended to do some Spanish homework (two weeks left!), and we welcomed Papa Mike when he showed up to sit on the beach with us.
The Easter Bunny showed up leaving books and kites, which directly translated to occupied kids for hours.
I truly think all I need is my family, the beach and sunshine (and I'd be a... happy snowman!), and a good book and I would be happy for life.
This.
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