So where did we find ourselves sleeping that night? I know the suspense is killing you, so I'll just tell you. It was a lovely little motel called the Dixie Palm, minus the lovely part. This is called adventure #2. I didn't shower here because I felt I would come out dirtier.
We still got to go hiking the next day, which was what I wanted to do most. BUT, we drove all over the stinking canyon trying to find the unmarked trails. Snow Canyon was in some dire need of updating their maps and signs. And at this point, I'm still wondering how on earth we aren't screaming at each other. Driving around lost isn't on my top list of favorite things to do.
The rest of my family finally showed up and we were able to check into our hotel and clean up. I was relieved to know that the concert was that night and there wasn't really anything else that could go wrong. psh. We go to the concert and our seats were separate from my family. Which was no big deal. But did I mention that our seats were also separate from each other? good heck. They put us in the wheelchair spot and there was like three feet between our chairs. My good parents switched us seats, because heaven forbid Kali and Wade be that far apart for two hours.
So basically I learned a lot last weekend. Things don't always turn out like you planned them to. I was so excited for a fun weekend with Wade and my family and I felt like stupid things just kept happening that were beyond our control and so frustrating. But the honest truth is that it was one of the best weekends of my life. Going through stuff like that is actually quite enjoyable when you have someone like Wade to make everything feel ok.