For Labor Day weekend we went to Moab with Cory's family and some of his cousins. We chose Moab because everyone complained that we go somewhere cold each year. We definitely over-compensated for that. Absolutely no cold weather here:
We arrived at camp late Thursday night. We set up camp, fried some hot dogs, and promptly went to bed. Or at least tried. We tried to put Kennedy on the other slide out bed in our tent trailer and barricaded the edge off with our bags. She jumped around and laughed and giggled and kept climbing over the bags, almost killing herself. Annoyed, I decided to move Cory on her bed and have her sleep with me on the big bed. Again, there was much rejoicing from Kennedy. I would yell at her, spank her, ignore her, bribe her, I basically tried everything to get her to lay down and go to sleep and nothing worked. She kept kicking her legs and mashing her face into the screen windows so see what was going on outside. And she thought she was being sooooo cute. Cute stops at 10 p.m.!
In our anger, Cory came over and in a voice that frightened me, told her to lay down and go to bed. She kept kicking and tossing. I was at my whits end at this point so we got up, in the dark, and angrily and noisily took apart our table to lay it down into a bed thinking she would sleep better there since she's actually slept there before. Things kept getting caught or messed up in the dark and cushions wouldn't fit right or the blankets got snagged. Cory and I were yelling and swearing at each other and throwing cushions around. It was quite the spectacle. Lay off us, we were tired. Finally we got the bed made and went over to the wiggly worm who had caused all this chaos and barked, "Kennedy, come here!"
I went and shook her.
The little brat had fallen asleep, on my pillow I might add, during all the noise and fighting trying to get her bed ready. I was angry, relieved, and lets be honest, it was kind of funny. She slept there with me the rest of the trip and did pretty well considering. If was fun waking up to this face:
Friday it was too hot to do much so we took a drive to Gemini Bridges. They're these two arches:
Speaking of cool, it wasn't cool when we got back to camp. Are you sensing a pattern here? So we put on our swimsuits and headed to the Moab Aquatic Center. It's a super nice indoor/outdoor pool with slides and the smallest lazy river I have ever seen:
Saturday we went and hiked Fisher Towers. We started this one several years ago but we weren't able to finish it. I've been dying to finish it since, and we finally got that chance. Woot!! It gorgeous!! You hike at the base of those massive rock formations.
The hike is also full of just cool things. Like this:
I was crazy and volunteered to carry Kennedy for the first part of the hike, which the majority of it was uphill. Cory had her on the way back. She never complained during the whole 4.6 mile trip. But my butt sure did after hauling her around. According to myfitnesspal I burned over 1,000 calories on our 3 hour excursion. I've never been so drenched in sweat in all my life so I kind of believe it.
Luckily the afternoon cooled off a little and we decided to try a new Dutch oven recipe that my best friend had given me.
Experimenting with new recipes when you're feeding a bunch of people is never a good idea, but thankfully it was a heavenly recipe. The crowd when wild and I plan on making it again on our next trip. It was delicious! So good in fact I forgot to get a picture of it. I'm bad at this social media/taking pictures of your food thing.
Sunday we had to leave and come home so Cory could work today (Labor Day). We wanted to do something fun in the morning and hang out with everyone longer but again, it was too hot. So we packed up and headed home. Leaving Moab always makes me die a little inside each time. I love that place more than anywhere else. Until next time!