I got this crazy idea to take the kids and go to California by myself.
And so I did.
(Remind me later how exhausting it was so I think twice about doing that ever again, OK?)
We stayed with my sister and her family. As you can see, Uncle Rich can jimmy rig a booster seat out of anything! Let's hear it for Canadian Scouts! (Is that a thing?)
I convinced my other sister to drive down with me, which was good, since she drove that 30 minutes somewhere between Cedar City and St. George. The kids were decent enough, I guess, although I do remember the last two times I drove down to Las Vegas as taking significantly less time and being profoundly quieter.
We ditched the Inland Empire for the beach as soon as possible. Oh, San Clemente, you're pretty good looking.