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.
The hills are now in Technicolor.
I wonder how many of us will now have this stuck in our heads for the rest of the day.
If my kids are going to embrace change, then so will I.
My favorite type of vacation with the kids, although the world traveler in me is so excited about the possibility of showing them more.