Yes folks, I've returned from my ever-so-exciting trip to Loa, Utah. The annual Memorial Day trip that I have had ever since I married Trevor. As much I joke about he microscopic town three hours south of here, I really do love going there. Would I live there? Hell no. But I do love to go and visit. Trevor and I both grew up visiting Grandparents in rural areas, and it's nice to continue the tradition with Afton. Besides, Loa is only a few miles from Capital Reef, one of the most amazing National Parks Utah has to offer!
So on Friday, Jill had Afton for the day because Trevor had orientation for his CNA class, which started today. Jill, a practiced mother with a daughter, immediately seized the opportunity I had missed, and put Afton's hair in pig tails. It was the cutest thing EVER. She had a little red outfit with white polka dots on it, and her little pigtails made her look like a lady bug. When Grandpa Rees, age 89, saw her, he said, "She's a little Mormon baby! She's got horns!" That man has some humor, let me tell you.
I got a million pictures down in Loa. It's a very simple place. We stay in a very old house that my father-in-law bought, which used to be his grandmother's house. It's ancient and falling apart, but we all love it.
We went to church on Sunday, and Afton looked so cute in this dress that her Aunt Claudia made her. Then on Monday we went to the cemetary, where so many of the Rees' are buried. Everyone seems to be related somewhere in that little town. But there are A LOT of war veterans, including Trevor's dad (Vietnam), grandfather (WW2), and great uncle where were there. So were his great grandfather Brigham (WW1)and his uncles. It's a proud heritage. But BOY am I glad HE didn't go into the army!