Easter, the weekend we shake the winter dust off the camping gear and start dreaming of warm weather and campfires.
Easter, the weekend when we begin to see that glorious light at the end of long winter tunnel.
Easter.
We have high hopes for Easter.
In past years we've made our Easter trek south to Sand Hollow, where we knew we would be south enough in the state to avoid snow storms. This is Utah and it does tend to snow until mid to late June, so late March to early April is a given.
But this year we decided to try something new and headed east instead. We decided to check out part of the San Rafael Swell and see what that had to offer us.
We weren't disappointed. Long day rides, new books from the Easter bunny (a must), card games with Papa Mike, and the first campfire of the year.
We were set.
Also, proof that Easter miracles do happen.
Our campground was set right next to an incredible canyon overlook.
Pictures never do the grandeur justice.
Thanks for the kick-off, Easter. Thanks for the fresh air, stars, and butterfinger donuts. Thanks for the time with my family.
And thank you for the reminder of my Savior. Isaiah 49:16.
