Getaway to St George

Several months ago my Mom learned that Little Mermaid would be coming to Tuachan, the desert theater, so she decided we should have a family vacation. Sweet! Sadly, one little brother couldn't make it. We missed you the whole time, dude! Hope you can come next time.

Because they don't let children 2 and under in, Steve offered to watch J so the rest of us could see the Little Mermaid. The compromise was that I had to go see Grease with him. Here is the thing...I hate Grease. Let me sum the show up for you. Good girl meets bad boy pretending to be good. Learns he is bad. Sets a good example and influences bad boy to become involved in good activities. Boy makes positive changes. Due to peer pressure good girl fears she will loose bad boy. Good girl becomes bad girl. Semi good boy is glad to become bad again. They are in love. The end. WHAT?! Since when is that a show to get excited about? Okay. That's all I have to say about that for now. But seriously, folks. What the heck?



Oh yes we did and I'll tell you a passerby told us the only difference was that Steve had no hair.


My review for Little Mermaid is glowing. I loved it. The staging was awesome. The water screen was amazing. The use of the trapeze system was incredible. Costumes colorful. Energy and excitement at every turn. Fireworks. I'm telling you it was a show worth seeing. (Yes, I know the story is about a 16 year old girl who disobeys her father and puts herself and others at risk because she is pursuing a man. I don't condone the reckless behavior, but this is a definite must see.)


We took a tour of the Rosenbruch Wildlife Museum. Interesting. There was a lot of dead things in there and the way the narrators discuss the animals was strange. For instance, the word "harvest" was used. I have harvested fruits and veggies, but never game. Apparently, you can. We learn new things all the time. Another unusual thing was the audio tour started with a discussion on the place itself and how this type of edifice protects and preserves wildlife. Ummm...everything was dead. Not exactly sure where they were going with that, but so glad we went. Truly, a unique experience.


M loved her binoculars and I loved watching her use them.



They showcase the guns used to silence the savage beasts. Okay.

Thank you.

If you love animals and hate to think of their lives in danger, please skip the next four pictures. These images are just a smidgeon of the death and destruction on display. Apparently the lamb and the lion are not ready to lie side by side just yet.





There was a simulated indoor thunderstorm that we thought was pretty nifty. M did not share our sentiments.

The gift shop provided its own entertainment.


We strolled the St George temple grounds where we ate figs from the tree. We justified our actions after seeing lots of the fruit rotting on the ground.


M found the lemons to be tart at Cracker Barrel.


J went swimming for the first time and he is a huge fan.



M loved being in the water with her aunts and uncles.

Fact: We are not strong swimmers in my family and when we "go swimming" that is code for splashing around trying not to choke on too much water. We have compensated for our lack of skill by creating games. We have races and competitions. This was the ever popular doggy paddle race.








The ungracious winner.

We hiked to the Emerald Pools in Zion National Park. My kids slowed the show to a near crawl, but we had fun. Hope you guys did! My little M had an especially great time. This was her commentary:
"I don't like this."
"Carry me."
"I don't want to walk anymore."
"Get me out of here."
In all seriousness, while she definitely said (and yelled) these things out loud so visitors from all over the world could hear, the best thing we brought for her to hike with was a spray bottle. She thought that was the "coolest" thing ever. It entertained her the entire time we were in Zion.


Another funny Zion moment: My little brother was telling us he was an expert hiker at the same time a German gentleman passed. He was bronzed and sinewy; clearly an outdoorsman. He took the time to offer feedback. " Who is the expert? Cheesy legs, cheesy arms, cheesy forehead." Clearly he was offering an insult, but the translation was off. We burst out laughing because we had no idea what he was really trying to tell us and that is probably best.




I look away for one second!


After our not-so-strenuous hike we cooled off by the river.







Embracing wildlife.



Thanks Mom for the St George getaway. We had a great time. Love you!

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