April Adventures

We took one last trip to Logandale, NV for Spring Break. Nils' parents are moving to South Jordan in a couple of weeks! 

We were lucky enough to go at the same time that the Clark County Fair was happening, just up the street from their house in Logandale. It's really the only thing that happens in Logandale. Ever. No offense, Logandale. 

We went to Vegas on one of the days. We keep thinking Vegas is going to be fun, and it never is. It's just gross and gambley and makes us feel violated. Take, for instance, this extremely realistic Elmo and Optimus Prime. Elmo, in his gruff, manly voice, said to Nils, "Hey bro, we work for tips, alright?" Thanks, Elmo, you're really not helping. 

Addie was also puking the entire time we were there. She carried around a barf bag that we named "Barfy" and was completely miserable. So that put a damper on things. Anyway, if anyone has any tips on how to make Las Vegas actually fun, we're all ears. Even though we'll probably never go there again, due to the in-laws moving north. 

But the fair was fun! We really will miss Logandale. We've always appreciated going down there in the dead of winter and getting an early taste of spring, and it's fun going to Nana and GrandPar's house.

(Thanks, GrandPar, for the pics.)

Nils and I watched the movie "Interstellar", and then the next day we had this crazy dust storm. It really didn't help me feel comfortable about things. Our trampoline blew away and ended up at the top of the mountain behind us, completely destroyed. We were just thankful it didn't kill anyone.

Nils was in San Francisco for our 15th anniversary, so I took the kids out to dinner and ice cream. I made them pose in order to get ice cream.

When he returned, Nils' mom was nice enough to watch the kids for the weekend so we could have a little getaway. We went to the Homestead in Midway. It was delightful. We did whatever the heck we wanted with no one hassling us. We ate ice cream, watched movies, took a nap, shopped in Park City, went out to dinner... and then...

...we rode the Heber Creeper. *Shudder* I remember taking a ride on this train when I was a young child, and remember it being pretty excruciatingly boring. I did try to convey this memory to Nils, but he really wanted to ride a train.

Life Tip: If something is excruciating as a child, it's only going to be worse as an adult. Add the Heber Creeper to my list of "What it Might be Like in Hell".

It maxes out at 11 miles an hour, but goes 8 mph most of the time. They also make 2 very unnecessary, overly long stops. There are not enough seats, and the seats they do have were made for pioneer-folk, not the ginormous Americans of today. Thus, we were forced to sit across from another couple and share 6 inches of leg room. Please observe photo below:

Green pants is the strange dude that Nils got to share crotch space with, and the lady across from me covered herself with her coat as much as possible to keep the awkwardness at a minimum. It really was horrible. Just... if you're considering riding the Heber Creeper... no.

 2 hours of our lives that we'll never get back. But the rest of the weekend was marvelous. 15 years!