Utah and Spaghetti Sauce!

The drive into Utah was gorgeous but I missed some (most) of it because I fell sound asleep an hour out of Vegas....sorry Kevin. He can speak for the beauty later and the toils of towing up mountains.

Spaghetti sauce - I believe it should be white. After stopping for a leisurely lunch in the camper while viewing the mountainous scenery, I forgot to close the fridge all the way. Yep, sauce coated a large section of the camper when we walked in. I'm 2 for 2 now. I cleaned it all up and lit a candle but am kicking myself that I didn't take a picture...my gag reflex is getting more sensitive, thanks Peggy.

I really believe that I could run a KOA and have kickass bathrooms. I've trained all my kids to shower without Touching a thing AND to wear flipflops. I absolutely hate touching other people's "wet"! This is what this KOA looked like to me...

Nah, it wasn't nearly that bad, but really, a little love and less of the skin stripping shower head would work wonders.

This campground does have its plusses. It's relatively close to Zion and there is a hot air balloon festival tomorrow. Ever tried to sleep under just ONE of them while it's trying to rise? I can't even imagine 35 of them outside my window!

On the way into Zion, Teddy felt the urge for more jerky, a theme on this vacation. You should just smell the car! This guy had gator jerky, elk and anything else on four legs. We settled for buffalo. Ew!!

And UUUUGG! I couldn't take my camera on the river hike. A good mile up an incredible river that had a layer of bowling ball and bigger sized rocks. Temperature was 100 and water 70 again... Ah!! Google the Zion virgin river walk. Here's a pic of the 1 mile tunnel (crazy long in pure dark) through a hole built in 1920. That's before campers were made so it had to be one lane for anyone in a camper. Grateful ours was parked.

 

And lastly, a picture of Teddy's ever growing shrine. While Kristian and Annie are texting their long lost friends that we drug them away from, Teddy, blissfully unaware of teenage angst has been once again creating a shrine in the camper. This time its geodes, cacti and golden cats.

 

And your trivia for the day is, What do you call someone from Utah? Ever thought of it?! Illinoisan, Hawaiian, New Mexican??? Utonian? Utahhhan? Well are you ready? It's a Utahn. Yep, just Utahn. There's an actual online list of Demonyms. Georgian's are also Goobergrabbers, but I move on now...