Memorial Day seemed as good a reason as any to head north...and then west.
The goal was to get our Utah history on at the Golden Spike National Historic Site, but with the way things were going in the car ride there—with the constant fighting and Tate eating just about every treat in the car by 9:30 a.m., and then asking, "When's lunch?"—I wasn't sure we were going to make it.
I know my parents took us to Golden Spike when we were kids, but I only have a vague recollection of an old train and some oldy-timey people.
Turns out, there wasn't much more to remember.