There is nothing like the fun you can have when you are not at work. A drive to St. George which took a full hour less than we thought it would. Two mystery novels by Mary Higgins Clark in which, surprisingly, the culprit was NOT the person that you may have originally suspected. Some quality time with family. A salad that nobody really liked except for me. All in all, the Thanksgiving holiday was good for us. However, uneventful, it was not.
Everything was very good until Saturday afternoon. We put together a few puzzles, enjoyed a drive over to Price (not by Helper. By Bloomington, actually), a quick run over to the petroglyphs, a few football games and a Nuggets game where they really let me down.
But it was that dang trip to Tuacahn that got it all started. We went to Tuacahn because James had never been before. For those who don't know what Tuacahn is, it's a great theater built right into the mouth of a canyon in St. George. The back drop is a cliff wall, and even though it's a small theater, it's very cool. Seats about 400-500, and since it's outside, solid concrete steps. well it was one of those concrete steps that got the best of poor Isaac. Isaac's four, and like any four year old, he enjoys racing. Well, the stairs, like those of any theater are longer than normal stairs. I watched, seemingly frozen in place as he told Janette that he wanted to race, tried to take a step, caught the toe of his shoe and went down. He just couldn't get his hands up quick enough and the only thing that broke his fall were his teeth. There was nothing Janette or I could do. Or anybody for that matter. I was about 10 stairs up from him, Janette was carrying Gracie, James, Joanna, Mom and Dad were on the other side of the theater. Needless to say, he cried a lot, and bled a lot.
That's Isaac there. Poor guy ended up with a fat lip, a bunch of bruising, a cut on his lip, and a cracked tooth! He was a real trooper though. After the initial shock he only let out a few whimpers and by the time we got home he actually was eating. He couldn't leave the dang thing alone though and kept messing with it with his tongue. Apparently the nerve doesn't even extend halfway down the tooth in baby teeth, so I guess he probably could not feel it anyway.
When all was said and done, he had the very fantastic profile of a "Who"
Well after all of the fun of bashing faces and losing teeth, the time came for us to leave. Luckily we had filled our tank the night before, and prepared ourselves to fill our proverbial tanks with Mtn. Dew and other such fun road trip treats. Leaving St. George around 10:30 in the morning we made our way north through Cedar City, and just the other side of Cedar I saw the wonderful billboard for www.parowanprophet.com. Just past Beaver we got on to I-70 and smooth sailing from there right to our Exit on C-470 and Alameda, right? WRONG!!!
That's not Vail. It's just outside of Glenwood Springs and the only reason its included is to show why we didn't know that vail was closed. It was absolutely BEAUTIFUL on the west side of Vail Pass. It was from there on that things got rough. What kind of winter crap is this that on the Sunday after Thanksgiving there is so much snow at Vail that they have to close the highway. Well, luckily at Glenwood Springs we found out, and we could at least find a hotel to stay in, so stop we had to and stop we did.
Ever heard of America's Best Value Inn? Me either. But it's fairly clean, and fairly nice. So we stopped, and we stayed, and goll dearned if we didn't actually kind of enjoy it.
Just the other side of that truck is our charming little room. We tried to find a movie, but believe it or not, nothing is showing in a town of 278 people (that's an augmented dramatization. It's slightly larger.)
We stayed the night, we got up early, grabbed a bite to eat and hit the road. And it was messy. And it was not fun. But we got home safe and hear I sit a week later, telling you our incredibly fun Thanksgiving story. Hope you all had a good one too.
