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.
|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.|
|A look at where we came from (Angel's Landing).|
|A room with a view.|
|Danielle, Carine, and Brookles. Soaking. It. Up.|
|Being in a group of 11 presented some unavoidable challenges. Challenge #1-four of them were |
|Sustenance. Who doesn't love a good greasy spoon that serves home made biscuits and gravy?? My thoughts exactly.|
|This guy. Congrats to him on getting his mission call to the Riverside California mission. You go, elder.|
Swell times. Swell trip.