The last few years Isabelle, my mom and I have traveled to the little town of Salem, Utah to visit with my grandparents and to participate in the annual
Salem Days celebration. It is always the first week in August which is perfect timing for us as we are usually ready to head north for a little break from the constant south Texas summer heat. Isabelle thoroughly enjoys this vacation with the soft green grass, cool mountain air and all of the perks of small town living.
The trip started a little rough when our flight was late getting to DFW and our connecting flight left without us. Luckily we were meeting my mom, Grammie, in DFW so she arranged for the three of us to board the next flight to SLC. Once we finally landed in the Rocky Mountains, the fun began.

We were happy to get a chance to visit some of the headstones of my paternal grandparents, my great grandparents (Isabelle's namesake) and my mom's baby sister throughout the week and my mom even tried her own resting place on for size!

We enjoyed BBQing with family, walking around the park with Grandma, playing with cousins and 4-wheeling with Grandpa. Isabelle also adored picking fresh tomatoes, cucumbers and apples in plenty all in Grandpa's garden each night for dinner. I think one night over a few hands of cards I ate an entire cucumber myself.

The highlight of the trip was the annual
Salem Days Race. Isabelle remembered waiting on the sidelines for us to cross the finish line last year and decided weeks before we left that she herself would also be a participant this year. She began "training" and ran a half or 3/4 of a mile a few mornings a week at home in preparation.

When the big day came, she was up and ready for the 1 mile Fun Run at 7:00am. It was a cloudy and chilly mountain morning and it took a while for us to all get our numbers and registration packets but finally it was race time. Isabelle was thrilled when Grandma Joan's neighbor, and Police Chief James, began the race and off her little legs went running around the Salem pond. Grandma Joan entered this race as well and my mom and I rushed in between the two taking pictures and making sure Isabelle was safe.

I was actually pretty surprised but little Jelly never stopped running until she crossed the finish line. At about the 3/4 mile mark when she had to finish uphill she commented that she was getting tired, but by the top of the climb she could see the crowd waiting and cheering for the tiniest contestant and she got her second-wind and finished strong. Her time was just over 14 minutes, with Grandma Joan just over 17 minutes. We had to put her through the shoots alone as the 5K was moments from starting and my mom and I had to literally run to the starting line. My mom and I finished in 28 minutes flat which was quick enough for her to take the Gold in her age category. We were all hungry, tired and ready to enjoy the City Council's pancake breakfast afterwards!

While we were enjoying our break from responsibilities, Ben closed on our new house and got the ball rolling back here in San Antonio. (Thank goodness for small towns and your mom growing-up with the President of the Bank when you need a quick
power of attorney!) We knew we had a lot of work waiting for us back home which made leaving the easy-life a little bit tougher. Ben was in and out of town three times while we were away and was actually out of town again when our return flight landed so little Jelly and I had to find the car he left at the airport a few days earlier and get ourselves home and to bed. We missed the comforts of Grandma's house then and now and look forward to our trip back "home" next year!