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.
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.