This past weekend we went on a road trip to Utah. We drove part of the way on Thursday and then arrived in Utah on Friday. That afternoon we met our friend Emma and her son Jake at the Joseph Smith Building for lunch. It was nice to see them and we were amazed at how much Jake had grown (it has been a year since we saw them).
On Saturday we visited Provo and memory lane. We went to our old apartments, including the one where we met. Our second married basement apartment was no longer there. It was turned into a driveway for some new apartments. We also drove around BYU and went to one of our favorite restaurants.
We first met at the Glenwood apts. We called them the GlenHood apts.
We ate at La Dolce Vita which was our favorite place for pizza.
College Park was our first married apt. We lived in the bottom apt. in the picture. The driveway (below) is where our second married apt. was located. We lived in the basement of a house. It has since been torn down and made into a driveway for the new apartment complex in the back.
One of Rich's mission Presidents...President Dibble.
Missionary Buddies
On Sunday we started the long and boring journey home. We use to do this drive a lot when we were in college and we sure don't miss it. The salt flats and Nevada desert are boring and hot. Overall, it was a fun trip and we are glad we went. Maybe in another 8 years we will do the drive again.

These are pictures of the boring salt flats. The weird tree sculpture is still there in the middle of nowhere. We could never figure out why it was there.





Looking back at the timeline of events this all makes sense. We went to Disneyland for a week and then to Texas for a couple of nights. I began having bites shortly after these hotel stays. It could of been the hotel in Anaheim because of all the world travelers that go to Disneyland, but we choose to blame the Texas hotel. The hotel in Texas was not that nice to start out with and with all the grief we had from that trip it just works. Also to had humor to this horrible experience we like to say, "We went to Texas to bring home a baby and even though that didn't work out we didn't come home alone...we came home with a family of bed bugs."