Surprise - is what we said when we arrived in St. George. Doug and I decided to take a quick - and surprise trip to St. George. We hadn't been up for over a year - in fact, since Jeri's funeral. Danette and Carl were the only ones that knew we were coming (hey - we needed to let someone know so we had a place to stay!) Kristi, Dani and Carson were the only kids that went. The others had work, wrestling practice, or whatever it was.
We usually always go over Kiabab on our way, but there was suppose to be a big storm, so we went Vegas way. MISTAKE! The trip was going pretty good until we got close to Hoover Dam - when it came to a stop! It took us 2 hours 15 minutes to go less than 5 miles. An accident? Construction? No - pedistrians crossing the dam. There are no "walk now" lights - just crosswalks. So - the pedistrians just crossed constantly. About 1 car would get through at a time - every few minutes. UGGH - very frustrating.
The girls were good - watching movies or listening to their MP3 players, playing games. But Carson - you would have thought he would be crying and wanting out. But, he is such a good kid and we heard not even 1 cry. He kept himself entertained. One time I turned around to check on him to see how he was doing and saw this:
Crazy kid! At least he was happy.
Another interesting happening: One of the many times we were stopped - we saw two small bighorn sheep coming down to the road. They stopped - looked both ways - then crossed the road - right in front of our car! (Carson LOVED that and didn't stop talking about it for the next 2 hours!) Here is a quick picture I took after they crossed as they were getting ready to go up the hill.
We were two lates for the surprise party Danette was having at her house. We were suppose to get their for the family dinner - but didn't get there until they were about done playing games.
We really surprised them all - especially Doug's mom. I'm glad Cheryl took pictures - because I didn't! I'm also glad Cheryl took pictures of her little boy - Zachary and Carson playing together. I meant to take more pictures while there - but didn't until it was almost time to come back home. Oh well, at least I have memories.
Here are Kristi and Dani standing outside the house. It has been fixed up and someone lives there now. It's good to see old homes like this taken care of.
AS we were leaving - Kristi wanted to know if I had known personally Horatio Pickett. Let's see - he was born in Winter Quarters while his mom was crossing the plains, he built this house in 1869 for his wife and kids, he died in 1939. Hmm - do you think he was alive when I was born? I'm not THAT OLD Kristi! (I guess she didn't read the plaque - at least the last of it)
