Once a year, the roads of many of my dearest loved ones converge in Salt Lake City. My crazy relatives fly in from all over the country to spend a few days snowboarding, eating and hanging out in a giant vacation home (there was a lofted bedroom above the jacuzzi/shower in the master bathroom…very weird but noteworthy?). We visit the Utah Bradshaw clan and shenanigans ensue. I spend time with beloved friends. Continue reading “Our Annual Cousin Ski Trip”
I marched again. This year, I brought both kids.
Life is better with a bestie.
In Carter’s case, it’s his pal, Massi (Matthew). Massi is the son of one of my closest friends, and I love how our kids love each other too. Continue reading “Besties and Besties”
What happens when you take two newbies to Yosemite for the first time?
Shenanigans.
Technically, one of them (ahem…April) went to Yosemite on bus with a group of Chinese tourists for a day. I say that doesn’t count. The other one (ahem…Ning) would rather be dancing in a club. The baby, of course, is a Yosemite vet. Continue reading “Girls Trip to Yosemite”
I have long contended that the person who sets goals and who strives to attain such is the master of his own fate. – Carlos E. Asay
