Since Dustin spent most of our time in Idaho working (much to the delight of my also solo sister aka Misery Loves Company Skinner) he decided toactually take some vacation days. Instead of heading back to the heat we opted for nicer weather of the mountains in Park City, Utah. It's also swell that you can get a smoking deal on a ski condo in the middle of the summer.
First we stopped by for lunch and playtime the Brooks. We grabbed Cutler's on our way up and got some cookies at Michelle's recommendation. They were all delicious, but after our taste test party, I have to say the double frosted PB is amazing. You can make them for me anytime using this recipe: Heaven.
I fell asleep on the drive to Park City only to be awoken by the sobs of children. Our car was flashing warning lights about our battery dying and the battery saver automatically turned off all "excess" power usage including the DVD player and a/c.
We were so blessed that our car made it to the condo to drop us all off and then to the car shop before it died just outside the garage. It ended up being the alternator and they'd need to keep it overnight to get a part up from Salt Lake City.
Wednesday everyone slept in, which gave me time to go for a run up and down all the hills around town. I wanted to die except for the gorgeous scenery. I think I could live in Park City.
We headed down to Provo for the day because we love BYU and no trip to Utah is complete without a stop in the motherland.
We were all exhausted after the book store so we made one last pit stop for ice cream at the Creamery.
I blew dry my hair and Dustin ordered Chinese food for the kids before we headed down to Main Street for a date at Bistro 412. In a car.
And that was the end of our vacation. The next day we drove 12 hours home to the heat and suitcases full of laundry.