This is The Place...to Party

Maybe that's not how Brigham said it, but that's kind of how our week in Utah felt.

We drove all up and down I-15 trying to spend as much time as we could with our family while also fitting in some key elements that Utah has over New York City (namely, the Rocky Mountains):

We sledded

We skied
We ran on the steep streets of Oak & Indian Hills

We played "Ticket to Ride"

We met baby Gweneth (Catherine's newest)
We visited with brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even some ex-New Yorkers
(oh, how we miss you all)

We built fires...and by that I mean, we watched my Dad build fires (folks, I'm no boy scout)

We inhaled Scott's Thai food
We watched movies

We laughed until late into the night

We saw old friends
(i.e. as in long time friends...if she looks old, it's because she just got back from a third world country. Give her a break.)
We ate Cafe Rio

We hoped for the lines to die down at In-n-Out
(though they never did)

We decorated my parent's house for New Year's
We danced the night away
And then we beat our "New Years" ball until it produced candy We were in Zion
(or so my dad proclaimed when we arrived)