So, we have a tradition in our family for Thanksgiving: We only eat tan things, except for the celery with Cheez Whiz. That is all. Our only tradition.
Becca and I had had all of that (being our only) tradition we could stand so we resolved to do active things this Thanksgiving.
This was our year to celebrate the holiday in St. George, which was fortunate, because the weather there is so much more lovely.
After our excessively carby meal we took the kids to hike the red hills of St George.
(the pictures should be here, but they will be at the bottom until I get to a real computer.)
I think it was later that night (good heck, I'm typing this in July, do you really expect me to remember) we went bowling, which was super misguided because pretty much the whole world went bowling.
Becca and I had had all of that (being our only) tradition we could stand so we resolved to do active things this Thanksgiving.
This was our year to celebrate the holiday in St. George, which was fortunate, because the weather there is so much more lovely.
After our excessively carby meal we took the kids to hike the red hills of St George.
(the pictures should be here, but they will be at the bottom until I get to a real computer.)
I think it was later that night (good heck, I'm typing this in July, do you really expect me to remember) we went bowling, which was super misguided because pretty much the whole world went bowling.
