My son came home!
Weston left early Friday morning to go on a field trip to Little Sahara, an ATV paradise in the sand dunes of Utah. A friend of ours was going to release a weather balloon, so a crew of youth and some of their families went along to witness the event. They stayed over night, so Weston did not get back home until Saturday afternoon.
He had scarcely arrived home, dead tired and dusty, when his father asked if he wanted to head south for the weekend. Never one to turn down an adventure, Weston said yes. They went to Cedar Breaks, a national monument in southern Utah, and got home Sunday night--90 minutes ago. I just went in to tell him goodnight, but he was already zonked.
Weston scored a new magnet for our fridge!
Last year, Weston visited Cedar Breaks with Computer Geek and me. Here are a couple of pictures from that visit.
As much as I like to make fun of Utah for being a desolate wasteland, it does have its own unique beauty that must be seen to be appreciated.
It was quiet without Weston. I think I'll keep him thirteen forever so I won't have to deal with the silence of eighteen.