On the Rocks

 While we were in St. George, Floyd remembered a cool place he went to while he lived there and took us for a little rock exploring.  He then proceeded to have 17 heart attacks as the children climbed all over said rocks.  A bit of a Nervous Nelly is he.  

Not so much the kids.  They were everywhere and had a great time climbing all over the place.  We found lizards and silk worms and caterpillars and quite a bit of red sand.  It was great. 

 

 

 The highlight of the day (and the reason we came to this place) was this itty bitty crack in the rocks.  Floyd is too big to climb through and I am too claustrophobic (and might currently have a bit too big of a tummy for it), so Cole and Annie were on their own.  It didn't seem to phase them.  They both scampered right up and down it.  It's a little hard to tell, but it was definitely less than a foot wide in some places - maybe about 8 inches (but I'm not too reliable on this since I didn't actually go through it).

I was a little nervous about Annie, but she was all smiles when she came back down. 

 And not to be outdone, Floyd found his own tight spot to climb through.  It just wasn't so tight for the rest of us.

 Ben was in love with all the red sand and wouldn't leave without collecting his own little bag of it -- which he promptly dumped into his sandbox the morning after we made it back home.

It was a lovely day on the rocks.  What a fun place.