Presidents' Day Weekend.
After a ruthless week of six exams, a brutal month of the coldest winter I can remember in whoknowshowlong, and too many sleepless nights, I happy accepted an invitation to St.G for the holiday weekend. Hopped in the car and buzzed down south for a few days with friends- some new, some old. 50 degree leisure never felt so right.
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| Wouldn't be a trip to St. George without a hike in Zion's National Park. This little tyke was shooting innocent civilians on the trail head left and right. |
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| A look at where we came from (Angel's Landing). |
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| A room with a view. |
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| Danielle, Carine, and Brookles. Soaking. It. Up. |
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| Being in a group of 11 presented some unavoidable challenges. Challenge #1-four of them were |
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| Love birds. |
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| Sustenance. Who doesn't love a good greasy spoon that serves home made biscuits and gravy?? My thoughts exactly. |
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| Carine again. The best travel companion a girl could ask for. |
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| A little walk in the park on a Sunday afternoon. |
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| "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiii am gonna soak up the suuuuuuuuuuuuuuun." |
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| Group pic. Nothing but. |
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| Had to share this one. Pace, far right, posing for another award-winning photo. |
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| Regan is yet again denied by the love of his life. |
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| And. Best photographer of the trip goes to . . . |
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| This guy. Congrats to him on getting his mission call to the Riverside California mission. You go, elder. |
Swell times. Swell trip.
