We conquered.

Last weekend my NY'er and I headed south for a weekend of fun in Utah's Dixie! Yes, Dixie, it fits if you meet some of the locals.

It was an amazing weekend, full of sun, rednecks, polygamists, ghost towns, good food and hiking (the NY'er started to question his choice in a girlfriend as I dragged him up switchback after switchback in the 100 degree desert sun).

I've been to this part of Utah countless times and each time I'm filled with a sense of belonging there. I don't know what it is about those awesome Southern Utah mountains, red dirt and green trees, but I can't get enough of it. I guess I'm just a wild west desert lovin' girl. This trip was even better though, because the NY'er had never been here. I've talked it up like crazy, but it more than lived up to my talk. He was in awe. We literally ran out of time to do everything we wanted to, the sign of an excellent vacation.

As always Zion's was magical, but this time full of Big Horn Sheep to hike with. The ghost town of Grafton was wonderfully creepy, Cafe Rio is open on Sunday, Polygamists hang out at Maverick, and tourists are as always entertaining as hell. Mmm...it's hard to be back, but good to know it's still as kick ass as always in my favorite part of the Beehave State.