he's sick

My husband has been out sick with some flu bug thing. While I have stayed busy prepping for Christmas, and of course nursing him back to health, I realized what a good companion he is. All day he apologized for being lame, and I assured him I was not bored. I can assure YOU that I was indeed bored. There are only so many gifts you can wrap, dishes to wash, clothes to organize before you just want to have some human interaction!

So I dragged Wes to the library thinking it would be good to get him some books/DVDs to keep him occupied in bed. Turns out, I'm using them while he sleeps on. I'm also brainstorming a list of things to do tomorrow in case he is still in sick mode. I shouldn't be making this about me... it just comes so naturally.

Get better Wes! For your sake and for mine.

across the finish line

I got myself to the Testing Center (TC) pretty early this morning. I hate taking tests on the last day of finals. I don't know why. I just like the idea of having them all done early. I always worry that I'm going to show up the last day of finals and find out the TC is closed. I know, unnecessary worry. Can't help it.

I was about half way through my 100 multiple choices when a girl on the opposite end of the TC (for those who don't know, the TC is a HUGE room just filled to the brim with desks, we're talking like hundreds of people all sweating, coughing and taking tests at the same time) climbs up on her chair and starts waving her test papers in the air, throws her pencil and pretzel bag and shouts,

"I'm finished.... FOOOOREVER!"

She looked ridiculous. The entire room responded with some chuckles and then starting clapping, which turned into cheering. What a brave girl.

I felt the same way. Today I took my last final ever at BYU. The work is far from being over. Student teaching and my internship will be a lot of time and paperwork. But today I did breath a sigh of relief when I handed over my bubble sheet.

I too have finished forever. And kept my dignity at the same time.

better than previous post

Best news ever. I have finally been placed for student teaching. I'll be spending the next semester in a sophomore health class at...... drumroll......

I'm pretty stoked about this placement. It is only 20 minutes from our apartment and I can get back in time for my internship at Provo High School in the evenings.

The Spanish Fork Dons. What is a Don?

1. Don also (dn) Abbr. D. Used as a courtesy title before the name of a man in a Spanish-speaking area.

2. Chiefly British

a. A head, tutor, or fellow at a college of Oxford or Cambridge.

b. A college or university professor.

3. The leader of an organized-crime family.

4. Archaic An important personage.

Ok. The mascot is lame. But I'm choosing to overlook that right now. It will be awesome.

More good news. We got our first Christmas tree up this week. We had such a fun time picking out the perfect tree at Lowe's. Wes did a great just lashing it to the top of the Versa. Just like my dad.

We decorated with some cheap ribbon and simple ball ornaments we also picked up from Lowe's. But those were mainly just to accent the cute snowmen ornaments I received from my mom. She has been giving us a new glass snowman ornament every year for as long as I can remember. I probably have 10 or 12 ornaments from this tradition and I love them!

(Found this little gift hidden on the back of the tree! Good things come in small packages!)

Gifts starting to appear underneath the tree!

Oh, and angry professor man came up to me and apologized before my gym class today. I told him no worries and I'd send him a bill for new shoes. Just kidding.

broken toe and i sat on a pencil

Rough day today. Sometimes you are just in the wrong place at the wrong time, you know? I hate when this happens, because I usually try very hard to be in the RIGHT place at the RIGHT time (i.e. class, work, church, FHE).

The fates were against me today.

I had changed for gym and was on my way to basketball class. The women's locker room is all the way on the far north side of the RB. I enter on the far south end. So I walk all the way down, change in 1 minute and walk all the way back to our class. Its annoying. I'm just about to open the door to the gym and flying out comes a 60 year old professor, sweaty and mad. All the courts are open from 12-1 for faculty playing, and they use EVERY SINGLE COURT. Also annoying.

The man came out with such a force that the door slammed into my foot, ripped through my shoe, continued on to hit my head and then the wall behind it. I fell over from the impact and by the time I was up, the man had fled. Hit and run complete.

Everyone is so nice at BYU. I mean that sincerely. Immediately there were 3 or 4 people around me asking if I was alright and picking up my stuff. Some of the faculty from inside the gym also came out to see what the loud noise (door hitting me, me squealing, me falling).

I was shocked. My eyes starting watering for a number of reasons 1) My toe hurt 2) I was totally embarrassed 3) People were being nice to me 4) I'm tired 5) Birth control. Are those lame enough excuses? Then I noticed my foot hurt and looked down to see the ripped shoe. These are the wedding shoes mind you. Expensive and special. You may argue I shouldn't be wearing them, but if I am going to pay THAT much for a pair of shoes, you better darn well believe they will be warn and warn out!

I walked over to the bench and took a seat. I sat down directly onto a sharp no. 2 pencil that must have been sharpened only seconds earlier. It was sticking out of one of my classmate's backpack (Who uses No. 2 pencils any more? Get a mechanical one! Also, who stores a pencil right there?) That puncture hurt, but I realized I am somewhat materialistic because I was immediately afraid I had ripped through my favorite gym shorts. I'm ok with ripping through skin, but not my BYU UnderArmor shorts. No rip, at least on the outer layer. I ripped a hole right through my underwear.

So the toe nail is filled with blood, there's kink in my toe and its kind of purple. I've heard both sides, its definitely broken vs. its not broken because you can walk on it.

Final statement: My feelings are broken!

smorgasbord

I'd have to say things are good here in P-Rovo.


Every day I try not to quit my job (psss, by the way, only 24 more days)! Good thing Rachel is here to carry on the legacy.



Wes is busy as ever with school (I'm still not exactly sure what he does in his major. Something to do with PHP, queries and these things <>).

We went to Spoon Me Frozen Yogurt last week (holla coupon). Sometimes I can't believe how completely different Wes and I are. I ordered chocolate yogurt with raspberries, chocolate chips and cheesecake. Wes got natural yogurt with 3 scoops of gummy bears.


Relief Society is going well. We had a massive service project last week that involved 419 pounds of hygiene items for Provo Food and Care Coalition.

Every day I am tempted to chop my hair. Maybe right before student teaching, to give me that extra professional edge. I know I'm a pony tail girl, but every day?! I'm loving this A-line. Without bangs.


Trying to decide...

Oh, and we're looking forward to our first gluten free Thanksgiving.

6 months

Not too many things to get excited about these days. By that I simply mean we live fairly routine lives. So when any sort of anniversary rolls around, we celebrate it. I had a BYU religion professor tell the class that Mormons are notorious for commemorating and celebrating. I'm a Mormon. Let's have a party!

Happy 6 months Wes.

We are happy.

she's a runner

Caroline has been running with school teams [Wasatch Junior] for the past yearish. I'd see her on the occasional Saturday run but thought nothing of it. I should have foreseen her potential when she starting running with Spencer.

This year she is a 9th grader, which means she can compete at the high school [Skyline High] level. Caroline has been consistently placing quite well in meets. But on Wednesday Caroline ran at THE state cross country meet in Sugarhouse Park. The mother of all races.

5 years ago Wes also ran at this race. I went to see him. It was brutal. They had guys on oxygen, guys throwing up, guys passing out... It was brutal. But Wes looked quite nice in his spandex uniform.

I didn't get to see Caroline race this year. But hello! She came in 2nd! Not 2nd in her age category, not 2nd from her school, 2nd IN THE WHOLE RACE! She beat all those big bad seniors, juniors, and sophmores! Caroline actually passed this girl in the picture, 839, the number one girl runner from Skyline. Not any more! Muahahah!

I'll be honest. Did not know she was this good.

Caroline. 838. Doesn't she just look like a running Weiler? Blonde blonde hair, red face, skinny arms and skinny legs. I'm in a class right now where we learn how to write training programs for athletes. I have taken it upon myself to train Caroline. She doesn't know this yet.

You go girl. You go.

checkpoints

Wes and I are enjoying (read surviving) the busy life.

I can totally buy the whole "joy in the journey thing" but sometimes you just have to live in a series of checkpoints. It is the mentality that settles in towards the end of a journey.

Today marks half way through the semester. We have both had our moments of feeling completely overwhelmed with school, work and callings. Luckily, our moments don't usually overlap, so the other person is available to say "toughen up and get your homework done."

As of today I have 43 days left at Teacher Education. I've been at this job since my first day of school as a freshman. I figure I've logged roughly 1,000 days at this desk.

The next large checkpoint is student teaching. I should be getting my placement assignment any day. Then there is the Praxis test in January and then the ultimate check of all checkpoints, graduation!

Will I miss my job? Did you when you left your part-time dead end job? Don't hate this place, but sure don't love it right now. I think I'll go make a paper chain with 43 links.

wedding pics

5 months after isn't too late to post about our wedding... right?

Click on our faces to the left. "We Got Married" will take you to some highlights of May 8, 2010. Then click on Slideshow to see pictures with commentary.

(You may have to adjust the time, 3 seconds is simply not enough for each picture!)

sister blog

Hey hey hey everybody!

Little sister Rachel has a blog. Check it out by clicking on this beautiful face of hers.

Good stuff.

almost there

Today I was officially cleared for graduation.

April 22, 2011. I'm. Done.

Then what?

Yo Yo Yo Semite!

I'm turning into one of those bloggers. You know the kind. The kind that only posts every other month. We all dislike them. And I can say that because we know they aren't going to touch their blogs and somehow end up reading this.

On the other hand, despite my lack of blogging, I've managed to keep up quite well on everyone else. So. Maybe I am offending some bloggers on my blog list. Hmm. Well, if under your blog reads more than a month, blog for us!

Either way I have a lot to catch up on. We'll start about a month ago with our adventure to Yosemite. My family decided to hike Half Dome. Half Dome is THE hike of Yosemite National Park. Its popular. Its dangerous. Its breath-taking. Its brutal.

We started hiking around 6:00am. Spotted a black bear in a tree literally feet above our heads. Can you say bad omen? The climb started on a steep but paved path. This lasted about 1/2 mile before we hit dirt and then a series of gorgeous waterfalls. The elevation gain from here on out was crazy. I was so not in shape, and it was so too late.

We hiked about 8.5 miles in (substitute up) before we hit the sub-dome. This mound consisted of switchbacks for about 30-45 minutes before cresting and Half Dome came into view. The last haul is literally that, hauling your body up wire cables. The surface of the dome was unexpectedly steep and slick. Wes insisted on being behind me so if I fell, then I would take him out too and we'd die together.

The view was SPEC-TAC-U-LAR. Dare I say totally worth it?

Which was worse, coming up or going down? My thighs say going up. My knees say going down. The pound pound pound (thousands of times) got really old, really quick. I was sore for 4 days after this adventure. Curse you lactic acid and enzyme systems!

We added a rock to our collection. We always pull one of the summit of a cool hike. The collection has even made it to our living room coffee table. Good conversation starter.

Feast your eyes. Leave a comment telling us how awesome we are.

Can you see the cable trail on the second dome? Its a little white line.

making a bad thing a little better

Finding married housing in Provo is literally a search for the holy grail. Our decision to live at Wymount came at sort of a "Quick! Let's grab a cheap apartment!" moment. Although we weren't crazy about living at "the bunny hill" we found that Wymount had a few things going for it.

Close to campus. We save gas and get our excercise by biking to school/work every day. Not to mention we don't ever have to worry about parking/BYU ticket nazis. In the winter when I student teach, Wes can still get to and from school and I can have the car.

Cheap. Also difficult to find a DECENT apartment in Provo for under 600.00. Now I know I shouldn't be complaining (all you "back East" people) but our budget struggles. Our 2 bedroom Wymount apartment 615.00, utilities included.

Ok, so those are pretty much the only good reasons to live at Wymount. And we figure, our first apartment can be the worst because we are just married and so in love and it doesn't really matter where we live. That's what we keep telling ourselves. Well, that's what I keep telling myself. Wymount sometimes feels like "Whyme?mount."

Nevertheless, we have tried to make the best of our cinder block, industrial warehouse carpet, fluorescent lighting, 40 year old plumbing situation. And so I'll show you a few things we have done to improve the situation.

{Problem 1} Everything looks like a barren prison. Especially the front doors. Hard to know if an apartment is occupied or not.

{Resolution} Do something obvious. We bought a welcome mat, put a hook on our door (which we'll never use, but still helps with the welcoming effect) and a giant orange magnetic flower.

{Problem 2} The lighting. The lighting is terrible, even when we replaced all the light bulbs with uber wattage ones.

{Resolution} We bought a few extra lamps for the office. However, the bedroom was still dingy. So we placed 9 1' x 1' square mirrors on the wall opposite the window to reflect light. They work great and are so stylishly modern if I do say so myself.

{Problem 3} The blinds. I really don't like the blinds in each of the rooms. They are just so... blah. Functional yes. Eye candy no.

{Resolution} Tear them down and replace with cute IKEA curtains. We found a silver curtain rod from Home Depot (thank you gift card). It works great. Then we cut the curtains down to fit our window.
We bunched them all up for a layered effect that looks so much better, and gives some privacy.

{Problem 4} The heat. Wymount is without air conditioning. I know. Can you believe it?!

{Resolution} Have a good husband who is faithful about home teaching. He will go the first time and return with a free AC unit. Then have him build and install a frame to hold the unit in the bedroom window. I don't think you are technically supposed to do this because you have to pull the screens out... but we don't care. Shhhh. And don't we think that Wes could totally pull off the Ty Pennington thing?

{Problem 5} The lack of sheet rock.

{Resolution} Wymount puts in up to 4 anchors in the cinderblock in each room. The catch is, they don't take them out. Ever. So we are stuck with anchors from the couple that lived here 20 years ago (and terrible placement I might add!) We have resorted to command strips. Wes has become the king of command strips. I think just about everything in our apartment is hanging
on one.

The place looks so much better! We're grateful for our home and I shouldn't bash it so much because the ward makes up for it. We have really great neighbors. And as a Relief Society, we always try to collectively be grateful for Wymount in the "Good News/Missionary Moment/I'm grateful for minute" every Sunday.

Spence

Seems like my brother is always up to some insane physical "become one with the wild" adventure. Here is an excerpt from his latest.

The Gannett IAD (in a day) Story:

Gannett Peak: Highest Point in Wyoming: 13804 ft, 40 miles, 20,000 feet elevation change.
Usually done as a 3-5 day backpacking trip.

We took off from Elkhart meadows trailhead around 4:30 am after it rained all night. We were afraid it wasn't going to happen with the bad weather, but sure enough it cleared up. We made really good progress for the first 15 miles, passing quite a few campsites through ups and downs, but not really gaining too much vertical. We stopped every hour or so to both refill and empty our dual bladders, and tried to eat lots of calories, though the jarring of the trail caused our stomachs to heave. I had a headache by about mile 10, but luckily my friend Mr. Excedrin pulled through for me with 800 mg of pain relief. The weather was off and on, raining a little but nothing worth turning back for. I ate 2 packages of peperoni, 2 Hostess fruit pies, 4 packages of crackers, 2 salmon packets, 4 bagels, 4 power bars, 3 snickers, 4 string cheeses, and a bag of nuts plus 12 liters of water the whole day.

We hit Titcomb Basin, which is a beautiful valley of lakes with pristine, jagged peaks all around(see sarcastic video) around mile 16 and just had to make up to Bonney Pass, a wicked steep climb either on loose boulders or soft slushy snow. We split it 50%, 2 to the snow and 2 to the rocks. At this point, Steve, who hadn't been training quite as much as he should have in order to do this horrible murder run, started to fall behind. The other 3 of us hit the top of the pass(see other video in next email) while he was only half way. We were a little worried, but decided to take off without him. We slid down other side of the pass on our stomachs via snow and then crossed the first glacier on somewhat unstable snow. We then started up the mountain proper and found ourselves at the crux of the climb, the bergshrund. This is where the glacier has separated itself from the mountain and so a huge crevasse forms and is impassable late in the season. Luckily we made it over it as there was a short vertical snow bridge that passed over it. Soon enough we were on top, 8:15 hours later. We met another group attempting a 24 hour push. They had left the parking lot at 11 pm the night before, for a fairly ridiculous time of 13 hours. They felt good about themselves till we got there, having beaten them by 5 hours. We tried not to rub it in.

The hike out was, well, awful. While crossing the glacier a hailstorm came in. Steve had just summited and was now almost an hour behind us. Greg almost fell into a crevasse and lightning struck nearby. We arrived back at the top of Bonney pass unscathed but fairly ready to puke. The last 15 miles was just mental. Run when you can, walk the flat, crawl the uphill. We were hoping to make it out before dark, but the headlamps came out about 9 pm, and we finished an hour later at 10 pm, 17:14 hours and 40+ miles later. Steve came in an hour after at 18:30. He said the other 24 hour group was quite a bit behind, so they didn't make it unfortunately. All in all it was an awesome experience and one that we will remember for a long time. Very hard and long. Greg, who runs 100 milers, said that Gannett seemed almost as hard as lots of 75 mile runs he's done because of the vert. Fun stuff.

I just had to share. I'll never be as cool as Spence. Or as crazy.

scrambled golf

Fore!

Only had to yell that one time last night when Wes' ball disappeared over some trees and landed who knows where. Wes and I have been golfing twice, and both times we have really enjoyed it! {surprisingly}

Last night we played scramble style, and it was pretty great. Basically we played Wes' drives and my putts. I lost 2 balls after slicing it into the woods, and I think Wes only lost one.

The evening was nice and cool. It sprinkled a few times, and I loved it. Speaking of sprinkle, as we teed up on the 8th hole all of a sudden the sprinklers came on the farway. We just stood there. Uh... what do we do? At first we thought we could play through it, but quickly realized that was a stupid idea. So we walked back to the club house and politely asked about the situation.

The old water man was a little defensive, but for once I seriously tried to be nice and understand. We aren't serious enough golfers to throw a fit, unlike the group in front of us. It paid off. We got a free round of golf. Granted it is at Cascade Golf Center {not exactly world class course} but true to my Weiler roots, not much better than getting something free. Well, free golf is better.

And for randomness sake, here is a pic from Wes' mission.

144 and 174

Wes and I had our BEST game of bowling ever this morning.

I bowled 144 (probably my all time high). And Wes bowled a 174.

Maybe our 9:00am bowling class is starting to pay off.

I used to hate bowling with my family for two reasons.

[1] Rachel and Caroline would beat me.

[2] My dad would never get bumpers.

Hey fam, let's go bowling!

{Stay tuned for Extreme Makeover Wymount Edition}

and there was much rejoicing

I didn't last very long. Here I am. Back. Blogging.

But really, we got wedding pictures yesterday = a "must" blog.

Here's a little taste.

addiction

Wes and I had an FHE on addiction. A little odd? I know.

But we learned how to identify an addiction. Turns out both of us are struggling with addicting activities. Mine happens to be blog stalking.

To overcome my addiction, I am taking a blog-hiatus. I'm going to find other things (like tennis, golf, school, reading, hiking) to take up my time.

I know those 3 of you out there will miss me.

I'll miss you too.

See you when I see you.

our battle with gluten

Wes has celiac disease.

Tangent: Pronounced without the "s" sound on the end of celiac. I meet so many people who when after hearing my husband has celiac disease, respond with,

"Oh! I had a roommate who had an uncle with celiax disease!"

"Oh really. I've never heard about celiax, please tell, is it similar to celiac disease, cause that is what my husband has."

Back on track: This means when Wes eats wheat (gluten) it slices off all the celia lining his small intestine making absorption of nutrients quite difficult.



You can see here what normal celia look like.






And here is a celiac patient.




Most people react with nasty stomach problems. Wes gets a terribly itchy rash on his elbows and knees, dermatitis herpetiformis. And for his entire mission he blamed it on some "weird Mexico disease" but it got worse when he returned home.

Finally he was diagnosed a few months before we got married. When we found out, my mom jokingly (I think) asked me if I still wanted to marry him.

Getting married usually entails the girl learning a few more cooking skills. This is difficult enough. Now we throw on gluten-free everything... and well... it gets more difficult.


















Have you ever thought of everything that has wheat in it? We're not just talking bread (8 bucks a loaf for gluten free at the store), it seems like EVERYTHING has gluten in it.

For example:

Salad dressings
Chapstick
Pretzels
Candy
Any sauce or gravy
Pizza crust
Cereals (hardest one!)
Pasta
Pie crusts, cake, muffins, bagels
Chicken nuggets

and recently discovered... this brand of toothpaste!














We're trying though. We eat plenty of fruit and vegetables, wrap lots of meat in lettuce and experiment with bread recipes. Wes is gaining weight and I am learning.

Story: The Elder's Quorum Presidency came to visit and brought 2 dozen chocolate chip cookies. Obviously we didn't have the heart to tell them right then and there, that Wes couldn't eat them. Sooo, yeah. I ate all of them. After that episode I told Wes we needed to get the word out, otherwise I was going to double in weight.

Celiac disease runs in my family too, so our children are pretty much doomed.

preparing for half dome

Wes and I are so excited (scared) to be tackling THIS... in August!














I give you Half Dome in Yosemite National Park.


















Tough hike. We watched the little video the National Park puts out for interested hikers, and a think we peed our pants a little bit. Shot after shot of people getting carried out on stretchers got us thinking. Clearly, there is work to be done. Wes and I have been making major efforts to get ready. An attempt at tennis last night failed, but tomorrow we tackle Timp starting at 6am.

This isn't the only thing we're looking forward to. Courtesy of Kirk and Jennie, we'll be spending a week here!

let's give it another month

One month. Woot!

Its been good so far, I told Wes I'd give it another month.

We are pretty well settled in here in good ol' Wymount. Just keep living the BYU dream. Wes continues to humor me with reorganizing the kitchen and hanging items from our cinder block walls. We love our place. Well. I especially do.

Spring semester is slowing winding down. I'm pretty sure I'm passing all my classes, and when you are on the home stretch, that's all that matters. Wes starts up in Summer with Music 101, Bowling (with me, aka Marriage Therapy) and a CS (computer science) class. I'll be taking Beginning Golf (that's RIGHT Weiler girls) and Chronic Disease and Prevention. We just love writing those tuition checks. Had a sort of negative experience up to this point with FASFA (mostly my fault, I will admit) so we'll wait to see what happens there.

Wes got a calling as the "Ward Janitor" aka "Temporal and Spiritual Needs Welfare Chair something er other..." Basically he locks up the building every night and flushes toilets. It seems we have been officially accepted into the ward. We are speaking next week.

We're looking forward to vacations with family, wedding pictures and being poor. Psh, who wants to deal with all those decisions about where money should go? When you have no money, its super easy!

I kind of hate these vague "update" posts. I'll try and pick something a little more specific for next time.

But I am a Burningham!

let it be written

Wes and I have a lot of family and friends who are pregnant, trying to get pregnant or will be pregnant before us.

Since Wes and I are nowhere close to crossing that bridge, let it be written that these are our potential names for children.

Yes, we are "calling" them.

Johnny
Jacob
Jane
Julia

Let it be written on this official blog.

Yes, we know they are all "J" names. And no, you can't have them.

my hippie moment

97.5% of water on the Earth is salt water, with only 2.5% as fresh water, of which over two-thirds is frozen in glaciers and polar ice caps. The remaining freshwater is mainly focused as groundwater, with only a small fraction present above ground.

Point? The global supply of clean water is decreasing.

Turn off your faucets when you brush your teeth.
Take a quicker shower.
Don't run the water while you pee thinking it will mask the sound.

Water. Save some for the whales.

the mr. and mrs.

The wedding was a blast.

As far as the actual ceremony, it is pretty insane that one minute you are single and then the next sealed. It was great to have all our family there to watch and cry. Me too. Wes too.

I feel like I have been involved in quite a few weddings for other people, but to have it be my own was pretty surreal. The day was too quick.

My fam really stepped it up to make the reception amazing. The place was DECKED out in orange tulips, gerbers, roses... From the lights to the Italian sodas, I think it is safe to say the Kirk and Jennie Weilers know how to throw a party. My dear friends were there from start to the bitter end. You guys are the best. Loyalty proven. I drove away feeling a little guilty. I told Wes we needed to go back and help clean up. He said no way.

Wes and I stayed one night at the fancy Marriott in downtown SLC. One of my favorite things about Wes is he doesn't skimp when it counts. For the whole honeymoon he pretty much went all out. We were in a super nice suite, huge bed, valet service, chocolate covered strawberries, the whole shebang. We even got a free breakfast Sunday morning in the hotel restaurant, which had we paid would have put us out 34 dollars! No omelet is worth that.

We drove to Zion Mountain Resort, just 10 minutes out of the East entrance to the park. We pulled up to the Buffalo Vista Honeymoon Suite. Again, no skimping here. Jetted bathtub in the middle of the living room!

We got up early and spent way too much on groceries at the closest gas station. Then headed into the park. One benefit to hitting up the national parks in the early season is parking availability. All the times I have gone to Zions, we circle the parking lot for like 20 minutes before squashing into a spot next to a tree that probably isn't really a spot. Not this time. We pulled right in and hopped on a not very crowded shuttle.

Wes came around and we hiked Angels Landing first. This hike is one of my favorites, a little thrill and priceless view. Wes, being a little conservative and not-so-hot with heights was hesitant at first. He didn't want to die after only being married 2 days. I told him it was ok, because we were sealed. But he decided to do it after I told him it was THE hike of the park.

Then we went to Weeping Rock, which in my opinion should be named Woosey Rock. We walked up the 0.5 trail just to turn around and come back. We didn't even crack out the camera. Then we took the free shuttle with grumpy driver into Springdale and bought some, once again, overpriced groceries (especially difficult when looking for gluten free lunch items). Wes was quite concerned that our food be safe, so he buckled everything in. What a great dad he'll be.

This morning we woke up to find SNOW. No one could believe it. We asked the front desk guy how often then get snow. He said, oh, never. So, we packed up early and headed back to Provo with a quick pit stop for some Arbys's curly fries.

Here are a few pics. Enjoy enjoy.