4th of July

While we were living in South America I had the opportunity of sitting and watching an 8 hour parade.  EIGHT HOURS.  It was the worst experience of my life.  I have never been able to stomach a parade since.

So for the 4th of July we like to get outside.  This year we went skiing at Snowbird, hiked to the top of Antelope Island (Frary Peak), and to the races all in the name of America.  It was genius.

Easton tagged along with us to the races.  He was our adopted son for a couple of weeks this summer.