When Todd was a child he used to visit Big Rock Candy Mountain often, and would tell me about the animals they had, the way he used to tease his brother, Spencer, that the water coming from the spring was really lemonade. Then Spencer tasted it and, of course, the reason it is yellow is because of the sulfur and he would taste something terrible. That's what brother's do.
I also realized that when we are children, we truly think that almost anything is AMAZING if it has a cool enough name. Todd had talked this place up like it was something magnificent to behold. His childhood memories must have been clinging to fun memories more than details of the actual location.
There are no longer animals there, something about "cruelty" and "cages." The lemonade springs of yore aren't brimming forth with yellow water, it's more like a small trickling stream and you can't walk up to it, like he used to. There is a small cafe and motel with a gift shop. Winter months, they don't get much business, so the gas station across the street was closed.
Our kids just couldn't understand why there was no candy and Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Thank heaven the Fremont Indian Museum was open to visitors, and they had candy! It was the best $6 we spent the whole weekend. We had the entire visitors museum to ourselves, along with the trails and the weather was on our side. They have an interactive children's exhibit that we had to peel our kids away from so we could go outside on the hikes to see the different rock art.
We got to explore a Pit House (this is us inside the pit house). Connor wants me to say that "It was so amazing, I thought that it was a cave. I don't know it Indians have pets. I don't know if my mom knows if they have pets." While we were down inside the pit house, Connor asked if we could live in one of these instead of our house. Todd and I joked that someday we might have to, if things don't turn around soon.
Battling a mouse
Connor playing Sonic the Hedgehog
Eating junk food, lots and lots of junk food
Reading through old scrapbooks and journals that belonged to Todd's grandpa
It's nice to have a place to go to where we can escape the city life and be forced to be - somewhat- unplugged.