The 136th temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, in Brigham City, Utah, was dedicated on Sunday. Everywhere in Utah, Church was cancelled so that all the members could attend a broadcast of the dedication.
Because we got done earlier than we usually do on Sundays, we thought it would be the perfect time to drive up into the canyon to see the fall colors.
Apparently everyone else in the valley had the same idea.
It was crazy. I kind of felt like we were in some theme park--so many cars and people!
But oh goodness it was beautiful.
I've never been Back East, and I'm sure it's incredible there in the fall,
this was the best fall color display I have ever seen.
And after being in Texas for the past several autumns, (Texas has baby winter, glorious spring, and s.u.m.m.e.r. but no fall)
these fall colors made me so happy. Happy, grateful, awestruck.
Every turn we made, every bend in the road,
I was ooh-ing and ahh-ing and pointing out the bursts of color.
Nicholas told us that the red trees are his "favrit."
And then he told us that "everywhere I go, everything I do, Sasquatch is watching me."
(thank you, my brothers, for teaching him the lovely idea of Big Foot. Thank you. If Nicholas doesn't have nightmares about the creepiness of what he said , I sure will.)
It was a beautiful beautiful drive,
and we learned that next time, we should consult a map before going up.
We took a wrong turn somewhere along the way, and instead of being almost back home again, we were almost to Park City...
That is Kent's "take the picture already!" face and Ellie's "I just want to get down and crawl so I can eat those rocks!" face. Love it.
So we had a picnic in our car on the side of a dirt road,
put the kids back in, and turned around, which meant we got to see everything all over again.
I'm kind of glad we took a wrong turn.