Annual cabin retreat

I count myself extremely fortunate to have a little piece of the Cedar Mountain to escape to when the St. George heat is just too much to bear.
Granted, it's not my piece of the mountain, but the cabin -- built by my grandparents -- feels like home whenever we take advantage of it. We try to get up there for a few days at least every summer.

This year was no exception.

Hiking.  Relaxing. Games. Food. Reading. 

Laughing. Talking. Enjoying.