They call southern Utah 'Dixie' and that's where we headed to last weekend. Jordan's aunt has a house down there that's become a family holiday house (this is just 2 hours north of Las Vegas, but we didn't go down there). The place is big enough to accommodate a small army, so when Hunter and Heidi invited us down, we were up for it.
To get to Hurricane, we drove more than 4 hours south. It was quite the hike. I'm definitely no longer in Europe. The vast open spaces, rocky mountains and bright orange deserts proved that. The house is literally in a desert. It's the strangest thing to see suburban looking houses grouped together in a desert. They don't look at all like they belong there. It's as if they fell from outer space and planted themselves in the sand. Look!
On Saturday morning we had breakfast out in a town called St. George. Breakfast was enormous and enormously sweet.
This is what they call 'French Toast' :
Jordan had mentioned that the fundamentalist LDS church (which is a cult) was rather present in southern Utah and had even said that we may see some groups of wives down at Walmart. And funnily enough, as soon as we pulled up, three wives got out of the car. Obviously I didn't take any pictures of them out of respect, but they looked like this:
And it was really strange to see... It sparked a lot of questions and we discussed it in detail as a group (once back in the car). Two of the women were older (middle-aged), though there was also a girl who couldn't have been older than fifteen and it just made me feel sad...
On a different note, that afternoon we headed down to Sandy Hollow, a state park right by the house. The colours of the sand were incredible, as were the surrounding views. We took a dip in the lake and then drove around the dune buggy tracks. It was great fun, but I was so distracted by how beautiful everything was!
It was incredible! Here's a picture of us all together:
Jordan, me, Heidi and Hunter.
Home again and back to work for Jordan (back to crocheting for me). I'm making a blanket and yes, it has become an obsession. You know how it is, once you start these things it's hard to stop.
Over and out,
Alice
To get to Hurricane, we drove more than 4 hours south. It was quite the hike. I'm definitely no longer in Europe. The vast open spaces, rocky mountains and bright orange deserts proved that. The house is literally in a desert. It's the strangest thing to see suburban looking houses grouped together in a desert. They don't look at all like they belong there. It's as if they fell from outer space and planted themselves in the sand. Look!
On Saturday morning we had breakfast out in a town called St. George. Breakfast was enormous and enormously sweet.
This is what they call 'French Toast' :
Jordan had mentioned that the fundamentalist LDS church (which is a cult) was rather present in southern Utah and had even said that we may see some groups of wives down at Walmart. And funnily enough, as soon as we pulled up, three wives got out of the car. Obviously I didn't take any pictures of them out of respect, but they looked like this:
And it was really strange to see... It sparked a lot of questions and we discussed it in detail as a group (once back in the car). Two of the women were older (middle-aged), though there was also a girl who couldn't have been older than fifteen and it just made me feel sad...
On a different note, that afternoon we headed down to Sandy Hollow, a state park right by the house. The colours of the sand were incredible, as were the surrounding views. We took a dip in the lake and then drove around the dune buggy tracks. It was great fun, but I was so distracted by how beautiful everything was!
It was incredible! Here's a picture of us all together:
Jordan, me, Heidi and Hunter.
Home again and back to work for Jordan (back to crocheting for me). I'm making a blanket and yes, it has become an obsession. You know how it is, once you start these things it's hard to stop.
Over and out,
Alice
1 comment:
Nice helmet. What about your hair?
Post a Comment