All dressed up with an actual place to go.
Before the storm swooped in bringing more temperamental skies.
To help silence or at least decrease the number of question marks people use when I tell them where I live.
Sure, there’s more green Jell-O here than there is in the entire rest of the world, but there’s also this.
Snow in October. Just as certain as death and taxes.
A small heads up for anyone headed to this beautiful spot in the middle of The Great Salt Lake.
Historical facts do not matter when trying to distract a five-year-old from the knowledge that we are not yet at our destination.
What? No cop approaching my car? And I call this a mommyblog.
Hey! Get off his lawn so that he can nap right in the middle of it.
I guess this place is okay. Could use a little more drama, maybe.