Do you remember when you came to Utah last weekend? Well, I do. I'll tell you all about it, and even post some pictures to try to get you back here sooner rather than later. You brought my baby brother with you which made my heart sing. We started our weekend off eating a fabulous dinner at Pago. You loved it and miss it so. That salad we had was to die for. When we got home we watched a TV show about gangsters and were all grateful to live where we do, in safe neighborhoods.
The next morning we headed up Emigration Canyon and had a yummy breakfast at Ruth's. We enjoyed the cool mountain air and warm biscuits. Mom, you were interested to find out that bands come to play concerts in SLC.
Then we asked those poor ladies to take our picture, which took about 20 minutes. We had camera malfunctions, uncooperative boys, and then I sneezed when they finally were able to take a picture so we had to start all over again. This is the one we finally got:
The boys gave me a heart attack when they climbed this tree at the edge of a cliff. I thought for sure one of them was going to fall to their death right in front of helpless ol' me.
Dad, you celebrated your ability to hike. Sadly, you broke your hiking staff in half on the way down the ski lift, when our hike was complete.

Finally we made it to the water falls. They were as beautiful as I remembered.
Patrick decided to go in the waterfall and soaked himself head to toe for the hike down the mountain. We were all glad we were wiser than he was when he made this silly choice, he looked rather uncomfortable to me.
After we completed our hike we went to the BYU game. Mom slept on the grass outside the stadium while the rest of us watched the Cougs kick trash.

Then the Alpine Loop took us home.
See you soon (now that these photos of us together, and of the gorgeous Fall we are having have made you decide to come back this weekend and never leave me ever again).
From far, far away,
Courts








