I couldn’t wait for Grandma and Grandpa “A” to meet up with us in Salt Lake City. In fact, that’s almost all I was thinking about from Cortez through Moab (when I wasn’t thinking about jeeping, that is).
When the day finally came, the traveling felt like the longest travel day we’ve done yet, including driving home for Christmas (and that was longer than long). When we finally arrived at the Pony Express RV Resort, we found that the Grandparents hadn’t flown in yet.
Anyway, we got the site RIGHT by a major freeway exit. You barely could hear yourself think. Boyink and MsBoyink walked up front to see if we could change sites.
Of course, who showed up while they were changing sites? Grandma and Grandpa, that’s who.
So, we had to break up our conversation (which is hard to do when you’re talking with people you haven’t seen in 5+ months, BTW) to pack the trailer back up to move over a few rows down and quite a few sites in to block some of the traffic noise.
After FINALLY getting that complete, we found that the local Triple A ballclub had a game that night. So Grandpa and I decided to attend that.
The game was the Salt Lake City Bees, AAA affiliate of the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim against the Memphis Redbirds, AAA affiliate of the St. Louis Cardinals.
After getting a baseball signed by the Bees players (I love the name Bear Bay), we settled down to watch the game. And what a game. The Redbirds won 13-7, but the Bees put up a fight in the 9th. Jeff Baisely went 4-5 with two home runs, a double and a single.
After the game, I got a few more autographs from the Redbirds. We returned late that night happy and tired.
The rest of the week went by altogether too fast.
We went to Antelope Island, home of the pillars of bugs above the bushes. It sounded like rain with blue skies. We barely got out of the car, the bugs (which bit) were so bad.
That night, Miranda, Grandma, Grandpa, and I went out to dinner as Boyink and MsBoyink held a meet-up downtown. We played Hand and Foot the rest of the night. The other days, we simply hung out and talked.
We finally had to say goodbye that Thursday afternoon, as Grandma and Grandpa flew back to Michigan. Now, all I can think about is returning to sell the house, and I get to anticipate that for 3+ months yet.
Anyway, what a week. I can’t wait to see Grandma and Grandpa again.