Thursday, July 6, we headed off on our merry way. We stopped in Salt Lake City to visit Temple Square. It had been four years since we had the opportunity to visit, and it was a joy to take the children and teach them of their ancestors, the history, and remember childhood memories of vacation trips. We actually ran into two families, very good friends, from Oregon while we were there, the coincidences are amazing. I love the spirit and the feel and I wished so much that we could have more time, but it was the end of our trip, we needed to be on our way, and Dorothy was exhausted to the point of major meltdown. Next time we’ll remember to do it early on in the trip. 🙂 The drive home was long and arduous, even though the children slept a lot and were very well behaved. Paul and I were exhausted and we found it a struggle to drive, though we made it home safely by 2:00 in the morning and crashed into bed.
The next day, Friday, we drove out to the coast and spent a fun filled day with Paul’s parents, visiting from Montana, and his nephew and niece (also from Montana). It was one of Jacob’s first beach experiences and the children enjoyed playing in the waves and burying dad and cousins in the sand. We drove back home that night and were relieved to have our journeys come to an end. It’s good to be home and slowly working back into a routine. Some how finishing up these chronicles of the trip makes me feel that I have finally reached the end. I hope I didn’t bore you too much, but in a sense it was similar to writing in a journal, and I find it easier and less monotonous this way. 🙂 Thanks for bearing with me. 🙂