When the rare opportunity to "get out of town", for one who owns a summer business, you jump at the chance to leave the house and spend some time away.
I'd been looking forward to our mini vacation for weeks and weeks. Since the day we booked the place. The thought of getting into the mountains with just the family, no real technology, and a calm weekend was almost too much to bear. That was until we actually started the "vacation". Someone should have warned me what traveling with a 15 month old is like.
We arrived at the Isle of View on Friday morning and once we opened all the windows, aired the place out a bit, and got over the really old furniture we were ready to relax. We found the cute cabin on VRBO and were really happy. The boys were in heaven - there was a suspension bridge, lots of open space, a wrap around deck, the river to throw rocks into, a pool table, and a little sandy beach to play in. Like i said, little boy heaven.
On Friday night we played in the sand, went for beautiful drives around the reservoir and ate dinner at a crazy pizza place. Only one of us slept the first night and it wasn't me, or Ross, or the Chick. After a rough night in which I was sandwiched on a bed between a thrasher baby and a snoring husband we were off to an early start the next day.
We visited the Ogden Farmer's Market and spend a couple hours hanging out with some very decent and nice people and also some very dirty, stinky tatooed people. We split the biggest cinammon roll 4 ways and bought some honey, where some of the actual bees were on display, and some hand made pasta. Yum. Oh, We also touched a snake. Well, I didn't touch a snake, but I was with some people who touched a snake.
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We visited the Ogden Eccles Dinosaur park where the older of my boys panicked at automaton dinosaurs and the younger was enthralled. It was hot, and there were some very large and real grasshoppers cramping my style and blocking my path, but overall it was a good experience. And, I spend $21 on two plastic dinosaurs. What a steal!
Saturday ended with more playing in the sand, playing in parks, eating good food, and general chaos. You see, traveling with two small children doesn't go according to plan - and the boys turned into wild and crazed animals. Seriously. Crazy. Sleep deprived nuts.
On a nice relaxing drive that evening...Oh wait, it was a drive but not nice or relaxing because those crazy animals were losing their minds in the car...we headed over to look at the local monastery. Except it was past hours for the monks and on the 5 minutes we drove in and drove back, they'd locked the gate.
We checked the lock. We looked for an alternate escape route. We panicked a small bit. The boys screamed. Then a van pulled up behind us and a nice monk in his robes and a baseball hat let us out. He asked if we were sleeping over.
We said no but thanks anyway.
Then we almost hit some bikers. Some recumbent bikers. Recumbent bikers are dumb.
Everyone slept better the second night (thank heavens!) and we got up in the morning ready to go. After a nice scenic drive home through East Canyon we arrived at our hot house - with our mangy mongrels hoping for naps.
The naps didn't come.
But they went' to bed early.
Ross and I were talking that we had a great time with our kids. But maybe, just maybe, a short vacation would be a good idea.
Could they really survive a night with the grandparents?
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