Jeremy travels quite a bit for work, in spurts. Sometimes he goes all the way to the West Coast; sometimes just to the state up north... or the state to the west... or the state to the east. Sometimes he is gone for the day, overnight, a few days, or almost a week. Sometimes he goes nowhere but the basement for a couple weeks. It is unpredictable, but keeps things fresh.
The only thing that is consistent is he leaves, we stay. There have been three exceptions to this: 1) I traveled to Goshen, Indiana with him so I could visit a friend. 2) He and I went to California for a four day work trip with LOTS of driving and as many national parks squeezed in as we could. 3) The whole family went to Michigan for a long weekend for work and play. This month, I added a fourth exception: I flew out to Salt Lake City with him for four days.
This trip was good for many reasons... 1) my cousin and her family live there, 2) I needed (and he needed) a break from life here in Ohio, 3) there is snow, 4) there is a place to ski, 5) we needed some time together as a couple to reconnect, 6) it is good for the kids to get breaks from us and learn we will return, and 7) there are mountains there.
We left on a Tuesday morning for the Canton Akron airport and had a very tight layover in Chicago; we made it - barely! We landed late morning in Salt Lake, rented a car, and started his getting his work done. We toured (briefly) the Morman tabernacle and listened to a noon organ recital. I hung out at the Visitor's Center, bought some postcards, mailed postcards, ate some free popcorn, talked to a guy about the best ski places, and killed time. Jeremy, in the meantime, worked. We checked into our hotel around 5pm, called my cousin Jenny, and had some supper.
We had planned on skiing on Thursday, but the weather forecast was so much better for Wednesday - and more importantly, Jeremy was able to complete his field work on Tuesday - that we decided to ski Wednesday. There are a lot of ski resorts to choose from. We ended up picking Alta, which is one of the best ones according to locals. They have a pretty sweet deal for novices like us - three lifts, almost entirely green slopes, all day access, only $45! We jumped on it. We picked up some ski pants from my cousin and caught up briefly and headed up to the mountain. The day was spectacular - sunny, 33F, no wind. I was slow and unstable at first, but gained confidence as the day went on. Jeremy was a professional from the start; he is a stronger skier than me. We had a blast; it took us back to our dating days ... young, carefree, no kids, doing sporty things. The difference - by the end of the day our my body hurt. It was completely worth it.







On Thursday, I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, eased into working out in the fitness center, and got ready for the day. I loved the relaxed feel of the day - no urgency, no demands, no helping anyone out. Jeremy and I met my cousin for lunch. While he headed to do work for a new job site, Jenny gave me a tour of the Ronald McDonald House where she works; it is a pretty incredible facility and service to the families that need it. In the evening, we went to Jenny's house for supper - steak, potatoes, and asparagus. It was delicious. I enjoyed spending time with her family and getting to know her kids a little bit. I don't see them as often as I do my cousins who live in Kansas City. If I travel west, that is usually the farthest I go when visiting family. It was good to laugh, hear stories, and be with family.
Friday, we could move a little slowly since our flight out was delayed by an hour. We made it home by about 10 that night. We were welcomed home on Saturday morning by a breakfast for kings prepared by Grandma Yoh and the girls. It was good to be reunited.
We had a lot of help back here at home from grandparents to make this possible, and we are eternally grateful to have a family who loves each other.