Last weekend, Kendrick and I had the opportunity to go to the annual Story Telling Festival with my parents. On Friday night, we met up with them at an outside amphitheater in Provo- they greeted us with a pizza which my growling stomach definitely appreciated.
I got to see a couple of my favorite storytellers that I've loved since I was little girl. But since this was a program, and we couldn't pick and choose which ones we went to, we got stuck sitting through some boring storytellers as well. But all in all, it was a fun night with Kendrick and my parents!
Afterwards, Kendrick dropped me off at Harmony's house (he was going to sleep at his brothers house who also lives in Provo). The next morning was an early one as we all headed back to the Festival! Harmony, Jeff, and Keegan joined us this time which made it that much better. My parents greeted us all with hot chocolate and delicious cinnamon rolls. (I'm just noticing that every time they greeted us this weekend, they had food. I'm not complaining.)
After seeing a couple of our favorite storytellers, Kendrick and I decided that we were anxious to get to Richfield, so we headed out around noon.
We enjoyed a fun weekend in Richfield taking lots of naps, eating lots of food, and some jack rabbit shooting on the side. (On a scale 1-10, how redneck did I sound there?)
With Monday being a holiday (oh blessed 3 day weekends), we got to extend our stay, and eat and sleep even more! Which is something you'll never hear me complain about. Never.
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