Mountain life.

We took a week-long break from summer school and this blasted heat to head to my parents' little mountain house in Utah.  We biked, rode horses, ate at local restaurants, zip-lined, fished, took in the scenic views, walked to the General Store for ice-cream and post cards, and fell asleep next to the roar of a crackling fire.

It was perfection.

I grew up going to the coast each summer in my grandparents' trailer.  My top childhood memories all revolve around adventures at the beach and with my family.  It makes my heart fill with so much happiness and joy to think that Swee'Pea will look back on these mountain retreats with his grandparents with just as much excitement and fondness.

Thank you, Papa and Grandma Turbo.  We are literally counting down the days until we can head back up the mountain with you!