We just got back from good times and Thanksgiving in Saint George. Every time I go there I am not ready to leave and I find myself plotting how we might move there. How did it take me 26 years to figure out how fun this place is? We spent the days swimming, hiking, biking, motorcycle riding, rhino riding, all mixed in with a little R&R too. Not to mention several trips to In-and-Out. I don't think anything holds as much childhood nostalgia as hiking on the red rocks and there is endless amounts of hiking there. We are already plotting the next trip...
