This year's Spring Break was the easiest yet. On Sunday, Will talked Grandpa into flying up to Utah for a few days. He took kids to the grocery store, the jewelry repair and to D.I. to look for old waffle irons and alarm clocks. He introduced them to James Bond and took us all out to burgers. And Grandpa got to visit his relatives and tour the Provo Tabernacle. Then on Thursday when Rob's classes were over and the weather was better, everybody (and I do mean everybody ) rearranged their schedules so that we could take a trip down south. Our friends and neighbors the H's and the B's came with us, heading first to Goblin Valley State Park. By the time we'd arrived at the park we'd had one speeding ticket, two stops for car sickness, one stop to clean up car sickness, flurries of snow, and it wasn't looking like such a great plan. But we ate a very windy picnic with a fantastic view. The kids were enthusiastic to get going because they'd read that Goblin Va