Utah, here we come. We traveled through Page. 
Out to stretch. I grew up in Page and when I was a little girl, every time I saw this mountain in the background, I thought it looked like Abraham Lincoln lying down.
We saw snow on our way and wondered what we had gotten ourselves into. Leaving the warmth of Arizona and heading up to the chilly unknown....
Out to stretch. I grew up in Page and when I was a little girl, every time I saw this mountain in the background, I thought it looked like Abraham Lincoln lying down. We saw snow on our way and wondered what we had gotten ourselves into. Leaving the warmth of Arizona and heading up to the chilly unknown.... Finally we made it to grandma's house.
My mom's hands.
My mom's hands.
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