Never ceases to AMAZE!!

The Ellsworth Family road trip got off to a rocky start. We headed out about 9:00 a.m. Wrapped the luggage in plastic garbage bags because it was raining in St George in May, threw it all in the back of the truck, met Papa and Nana at Costco, filled up the truck which cost us food for the next week and hit the road. We were cruisin' along nicely at what Brent claims was 80 miles an hour when low and behold...lights, sirens, TICKET!!! The orange haired, freckled faced, picked- on- as- a- child, with a score to settle cop tagged us going 89 in a 75...$82.00 later...we can't eat next week either!

We arrived in Provo and drove straight to BRIGHAM YOUNG UNIVERSITY...YES you heard it Brent on the BYU campus! I unfortunately did not bring my camera...what in world was I thinking...future black mail material! He was a good...but sarcastic...sport.

After the men in the family spent the day golfing on the luscious greens of Hobble Creek while the women yelled at, fussed with, swore at, argued with and chased uncooperative children around every mall in the Salt Lake Valley...it was finally time to head to Park City.

The weather was pleasantly warmer than expected. The room was cozy and comfortable unless you ended up sharing a room with four children who were not your own...one of which gets up at 3:30 a.m. and bounces on every piece of furniture in the room and rolls around like pigs in a blanket at the end of your bed... or sleeping on an air mattress with a hole that allowed the air to stay in just the right amount of time it takes to fall asleep...then you end up sleeping on the rock hard ground with a thin layer of deflated mattress to somewhat ease your burning hip bones.

Saturday we were off...limping due to inflamed bedsores...to LAGOON...or what I like to call the "glamorized carnival''. Now being the absolute BIGGEST Disneyland fan EVER...Lagoon didn't stand a chance...but it did make for an enjoyable day of people watching, churro eating, picture taking and FUN.

Sunday Brent and I dropped off the kids for their summer time with Dad and drove down to American Fork where we had the pleasure of joining the Loose clan for a Sacrament Meeting full of SLOW singing, prayer laughing, mission farewell to CHILE (?) and then a TASTY fried chicken dinner along with a birthday celebration. What a great family. I am still trying to figure out how Sweet Aunt Marianne and DICK came from the same dear mother...Grandma Helen?? My mind may always burn with curiosity!

After spending a boat load of money shopping, eating and playing, we headed back to warm St. George, back to work, back to REALITY! HOME sweet HOME!