Since the Utah part of our trip was the part we were most excited about, The Curse of the Weather Jinx picked the day we crossed into Utah to throw a huge storm at us. “Well we were only supposed to do a small hike today anyway…” Mom said as we hunkered under Wagon cover with rain banging on the roof and the wind rocking us like Noah’s Ark. “So we’re skipping it, right?” I said. Neither Mom nor I like the rain. Mom’s not much good at cold either. “Well there’s supposed to be a short break in the weather this morning… wanna go for it and see what we find?” she said. Mom’s suggestions mean that the decision’s been made, because she’s the one that knows how to drive.
Oscar the Pooch
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