We left the house in a caravan, almost like we arrived. When we got to the main road, we each drove off in our own direction. We headed off towards Utah and to see some things before trying to meet old friends in Vegas, before heading home.
What turned out to be the only thing we saw in Utah was Natural Bridges. It was a quick loop with three arches to see, either by easy access lookout or by hike. We did the last, easygoing hike, and it was strikingly beautiful, like so much of the nature we witnessed on the trip.
We found a place to eat a ways from this beauty, and still tried to dog it another couple hours to our hotel.
It was about here that things went sideways. The hotel we booked essentially didn't exist, and was "avaliable" to take our money by a computer issue. Now, here we were, after 10 pm, near Bryce Canyon park, in the offseason, in 20 degree weather, with no place to go and nothing looking open. I was on my phone, Corrie was on her phone, and we tried to find a room with two beds close by.
We did get a room, got the kids situated, and after about an hour asleep, Camille woke up wailing, and then barfed her entire dinner all over the bed she was sharing with Corrie. It wasn't the last time she threw up, and the night was a rough one.
We decided to skip whatever sightseeing we were going to do and head on to Vegas, mulling over weather it was an okay idea to even visit old friends. We booked a place that would be open, a super cheap room at Circus Circus, and hoped a day of rest would be enough for Camille.
We found a rad restaurant, the Flying Goat, in a town named Panguitch (no joke). They didn't even blink when Camille barfed the second we make it to a table. They just awwed and got her some toast while someone got a mop. "We got kids," they said.
If you find yourself in Panguitch, UT, check out the Flying Goat, in the bottom of the white building in the middle. Rad people, good food, and tons of goat decorations.
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