Christmas in St. George was only the first phase of our epic family adventure. For Phase Two, we made a mad dash across the Nevada desert to Anaheim, California. Along the way we stopped in the old mining ghost town of Calico to hit the saloon and and examine the old mining carts.
Scott spotted an antique wagon on display, surrounded by a fence and exclaimed, "Look! That wagon is in jail!" Shortly thereafter, most members of our party were locked up in a jail cell on main street. However, Scott refused to go into the jail cell for a photo. He was also quite cautious about climbing around on the hill above town, choosing to crawl on all fours rather than risk a fall. He looked a bit ridiculous, but he certainly stayed safe.
In the final stretch of driving into the LA area we nearly had a puking incident that nearly developed into a crashing incident. We had given Scott a phone so that he could keep himself occupied playing Angry Birds in the back seat. unfortunately, staring at the game gave him motion sickness and he suddenly announced that he was feeling very ill. Amid our efforts to keep him from puking I didn't notice that the traffic ahead of us had come to a complete stop. R had her head down looking for a plastic bag when I hit the brakes and wasn't very impressed with it all. Despite the close calls, we came away with any vomit or dents.
We rolled into Anaheim in time for dinner at PF Chang's where the food was great and the lighting was poor for photos. The evening was perfectly still and it seemed a terrinble shame that we weren't planning on going across the street to Disneyland until the morning -- when the forecasts called for a torrential downpour.
We had a good laugh before bedtime when we heard whimpering coming from the nightstand. Apparently, Katie had crawled in there and couldn't figure out how to get out. As I came to her aid, I whipped out the camera for a quick picture.
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