Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Driving, Driving, Driving
Last night we returned from a whirlwind adventure to Arizona. We went intending to spend all of our time in Phoenix and to visit as many members of Ross' family as we could. But, plans changed, and we ended up, in 5 and a half days putting almost 2000 miles on a rented mini van, driving all over creation.
Ross' grandpa, Grandpa Ted, at 86 years old chose to get baptized as a member of the the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He was baptized the first Saturday of the new year, January 7, 2017. Because of Ross' work commitments, we were not able to get to Arizona for the event, but started planning a trip to Phoenix to visit Ted and Grandma Bea.
Well, on January 24th (or 23rd), Grandpa Ted fell during a trip to the library and broke his hip. He was treated at a hospital in Phoenix and stabilized and then it was decided the best place for him to be for rehabilitation was in a town called Cottonwood, in Northern Arizona, where Ross' uncle and aunt (Ben and Joyce) live. Cottonwood is about an hour away from where Ross' parents live in a town called Prescott Valley.
Knowing that visiting Bea and Ted was our number one goal, but not wanting to be in Northern Arizona for our entire trip (warmer and more things to do in Phoenix), we started planning.
Drive to Springdale, Utah on Thursday.
Drive through Zion's National Park, Kanab, Page, Cameron, Flagstaff and get to Phoenix.
Spend Friday in Phoenix - go to the zoo and a Coyotes NHL game.
Drive to Cottonwood then Prescott Valley on Sunday.
Drive back to Springdale on Monday.
Visit and do some easy hikes in Zion's National Park on Tuesday and drive home.
We had bad weather most of the trip, and pouring rain on Phoenix which was a super bummer. The rain did stop long enough for us to go to the zoo, but we were soggy and cold for most of the day. Our visit with Ross' grandparents was nice, and I'm very happy we were able to see them. The boys were so well behaved and good - sometimes visiting old folks is hard for young folks, but they were champions. Elliott even pushed Grandpa Ted around in his wheelchair which I think they both got a kick out of.
But, with every trip, I'm ready to come home about a day and a half before it's time and nothing beats being able to sleep in my own bed.
Labels:
Family Stuff,
my three sons,
off-track,
sheer nothingness,
weather,
weekend
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment