Moving on, we had a nice family dinner in Monticello before attending the temple. When I mean it was a nice family dinner (of delectable Subway sandwiches), that was after our attempt to eat at a locally run restaurant. After looking at the prices on the menu, our jaws hit the table in amazement of such high prices. The majority of my family usually has too much fear of embarrassment to just get up and leave out of a restaurant, but it seemed as though we didn’t have a choice. So, we ran out on a restaurant. Dad stood up and led the way. Mom passed us, however, literally running out of the restaurant, zooming past incoming customers with awe in their faces. The rest of us tried to walk out calmly as to not insult the owner. Overall, quite an embarrassing event considering the waitress would find a suddenly customer-less table with six menus and six glasses of water. Luckily our trip to the Monticello temple made up for the awkwardness of the evening. It was the smallest temple I’ve ever been in, but just as wonderful of an experience as any temple.
The following day, my dad discovered a small burr with protruding spikes. Dad explained to Rebecca that he found a porcupine egg. Becca, all knowing, said, “Dad. Porcupine eggs aren’t spiky.” Porcupine...eggs? We all got a kick out of that one. We ventured on several hikes, one of which was to Corona Arch. You know Spiderman? Well we met him on our trip. Just as we got to the Arch, he jumped off, free fell, then swung from his strong rope. Ah! CRAZY! But don’t worry, he had a helmet, which of course would have saved his life if his rope broke and he fell 300 feet. Savanna immediately wanted to try, but my mom rebuked that idea, stating she did NOT raise children who wanted to do that. hahaha
Later we went to the Moab Diner--this restaurant was a much better experience than the previous night. In fact, it was an amazing experience. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a delightful rocky road milkshake in my entire life. I couldn’t help but exclaim of it’s goodness after each bite. The next day we hiked to the famous arch printed on several Utah license plates--Delicate Arch. My family somehow left me at our camp site restroom though. They just drove away, anxious to get to the trail head I guess. I attempted to run after our van, and luckily Savanna remembered that I was actually part of the family, so I eventually caught up and hitched a ride with them. The arch was pretty amazing, and along the hike we passed several people speaking different languages. I find it interesting that people travel from all over the world to visit a rock...but I guess I’ve been to Canada just to see flowers (Butchart Gardens). We also passed several Aggies. I guess USU and hiking go well together, which is fine by me! The night ended with some wonderful star-gazing with my dad. We saw the brightest, most brilliant shooting star either of us had ever seen. Such a great way to end our trip.
