Martha and me

Martha Stewart (more on that later) and I are enjoying our annual get-a-way to Zion. We left early Thursday morning with the trusty Garmin GPS guiding the way and the iPod playing ld's mixes over the radio speakers. Martha (cs) was so into her latest project of sewing that she didn't once mention, Her least favorite song was now playing and the next one about to play was her next least favorite…

We stopped at the cheese factory and got some squeaky cheese and yes, cs mentioned once again, Did you know that my Gale grandparents are buried in Beaver? (We seem to have become creatures of habit or is it that we've contracted that disease called A-G-E?)

We went to the Outlet Factory shopping last night and ate at Outback. Once again, we saw a group of polyg women, sitting at one of the booths. Fortunately, this time we weren't sitting by them, so that cs wouldn't spend the whole time staring at them in curiosity. However, she was certain that they were the same ones that we saw last year. (Perhaps they have a yearly ritual too?)

We're enjoying ourselves so much that we decided to stay an extra night. We figured we can stay here and enjoy the rain rather than go home and endure the snow.


View from the veranda outside of our room.