Neither rain nor snow nor hail nor sleet nor a car full of screeching grandchildren can keep me from visiting two of my favorite people — my sons, Hot Wheelz and Cheezy. But in April?? It’s true what they say about Utah and its four seasons — snow, more snow, occasional snow, and road construction. With cruise control set (last experience breezing along without it), Southern Utah proved quite treacherous in more ways than one.
Let’s go back to the start. The grandkids were off on spring break and full of spring fever. The GAP invited me to join their trip to Utah. When early yesterday morning she arrived to pick me up, I’d forgotten the paraphernalia needed when carting a seven-year-old, five-year-old, and a thirteen-month-old. I opened the passenger door and wondered where my svelte (small fib) body would sit on this trip. I’d have to work my magic and turn into Levitating Grandma.
By the time we reached Baker (a small town of 600 whose only claim to fame was the World’s Tallest Thermometer [incidentally broken]), I’d heard enough conversation, arguing, and fussing. “Do you know if there’s an airport in Baker?” I asked the GAP.
“Why?”
“Oh, I thought you might drop me off at the airport,” I said, feigning a smile, “so I might catch a flight for the rest of the trip to Salt Lake.”
With a few more bathroom stops than usual, a few stops for Wendy’s Frosties, and the dreaded wallet-depleting gasoline stops, we reached Salt Lake in the most hours ever taken since covered wagons. Today we are supposed to drive to the snow. Wouldn’t you know, Utah put out its welcome mat and brought the snow to us!
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Welcome, welcome! And there is more snow coming.