On our trip across the country, the family has made many stops to see friends and family. As we passed through Utah, we had the chance to see groups belonging to both categories. Aleah will be writing about our experiences in Moab, so I have been assigned to tell you about our time with the Caserezs (Caseri?) in St George, Utah.
We met the Caserezs through an RV group, back in ‘22 when we all drove to Mexico for Halloween. Our friendship was strengthened after spending the early part of ‘23 as neighbors for a second time. They kept traveling around in an RV for a little more than a year after we sold ours, but they decided that they would sell their RV and buy a house, contrary to us weirdos who just can’t stay in one place. You might remember them from our time in Barcelona and Rome because they joined us on our adventures there. We also all met up in Delaware in July of this year, but I guess that wasn’t enough interaction with us, as after we mentioned we might stop by, they were only too happy to let us in.
Our two families did many exciting activities together, both in and out of the house. On the first full day we went to a nearby reservoir together, along with another travel family from our Mexico days, the Smiths. I tried to snorkel, but it was much too cold and muddy, so instead I spent most of my time there sitting around talking to my friend Caden. I spent almost all of the time while at the house playing chess, both online and with Caden, although both times I played against him he was all but held at gunpoint before he allowed me to cajole him. We also went on a couple of hikes in both Zion and Grand Canyon National Parks, although only Ms. Crissie was able to join us on those. Most of the Grand Canyon hike was spent in a thinly wooded forest, with occasional glimpses of some nice views, but I much preferred our hike in Zion for its more interesting landscape, in addition to the plethora of stream crossings.
We spent about five days in St George with the Caserezs, but all good things must come to an end, and eventually we had to leave if we wanted to catch our boat. Many a tear was shed by all, except Caden, who couldn’t wait to get his room back. And that is where I leave this tale, an exciting one to be sure, with many a twist and turn (and stream crossing).
Oh yea, and Dad went wingfoiling a few times while we were there. The town is called Hurricane for a reason!