As the temperatures climb, my attitude about the desert drops. Pretty dramatically. All I want is to be “outa here”. But the last couple of years we have stayed put the whole summer-not taking advantage of the fact that summer is the best time to leave and head north. And, yes, I have been known to pout about it. Granted their have been good reasons for our timing being off, our vacation time has landed on either side of the summer months as we try to accommodate schedules and have a “family” vacation. You know, when each and every member of the family is present. While that is still my personal favorite, I really wanted to get a break from the sweltering temps, and it was clear that the only way to do that was to leave the girls behind. So Kelly and I planned a week’s vacation in Utah, during the 4th of July celebrations, when all of my siblings would be “home”. It seemed like the perfect solution: We could enjoy the fun the Freedom Festival has to offer, which I love and spend some time with my family which I love, and enjoy some cooler, greener days which I love. Plus, Kelly had a two-week long test at the end of June, that I was not looking forward to. But anticipating some time together, on our vacation was the “spoonful of sugar” that made that bearable. We missed the girls, but it was perfect—in fact better than perfect! Kelly ended up with comp time that he had to use, so we extended our vacation and left a few days earlier. We used those extra days to make it all the way to the cabin.
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