A few weeks ago we took a spur of the moment trip to Natural Bridges. It was pretty, but Dax fell asleep just before we got there, so we just got to take turns checking out the lookouts while he slept. He woke back up just in time to stop at the visitor's center on the way out.
On the way down, we opted to take a short hike to see some Indian ruins that were marked on the highway. Dax was so happy to get out of the car, he didn't seem to mind the backpack.
At the entrance/exit of the park, there was the option to go right or to go left at the T intersection. The city of Blanding was 40-something miles to the left, and Lake Powell as 40-something miles to the right. I had been "hinting" the whole trip that we ought to go to the Lake, and as we were leaving the park, Robbie hesitated at the stop. He asked if we would get divorced if he headed left instead of right.
I have to admit, I was a little sad as we turned left back to Blanding, and ultimately home to Moab. But hey, we had to go home sometime, right? :(
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He is getting so big and he is darling as all get out. I hope everything is going well for you guys
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