All three had so much fun running around the rocks, and up and down the "stream." Oh, to be a kid again!
After church, we headed over to Grafton, a ghost town. As we walked around, I was thinking it looked awfully familiar. We agreed that we'd been here before. The funny thing is that within a couple of days returning from St. George, I was picking up the basement and saw an open photo album with picture from the time we'd visited Grafton. Ella was just a baby, and the boys were so cute and little!