We were in Provo at about 2 o’clock yesterday afternoon desperately looking for a Taco Bell. We finally found one and Logan decided to take me up past the MTC since I had never been there, and he wanted to reminisce. While there he had this grand idea of going home on Highway 89. I thought that it sounded like fun. At about this same time I remembered that I had brought the camera. This is us at the beginning of our adventure.
This is where we were.
We stopped to say hi to my mom since she practically lives on Hwy. 89. We visited for about a half hour and we hit the road again.
By the time we made it to Circleville, Logan was looking pretty tired.
By the time we made it to Bear Valley we were both tired. (I had a lot of Pepsi at Taco Bell.)

We finally made it home around nine, I think.

Home sweet home. Well... back in Cedar City.