The past weekend we traveled up to Southern Utah once more for the summer because my grandpa, or "Pa-Ta" passed away from cancer. The funeral was on Thursday, and everything went smoothly. He is buried in a private cemetery hidden in Springdale, Utah, which is near Zion National Park. We were all just relieved to have him free from suffering. Thank goodness for the Plan of Salvation. Love you Pa-Ta!Pa-Ta and I in Boston
My cousins carrying the casket
The rest of the weekend was spent with family. My family and the Waldens (2 sons are our cousins) went to the local community center to play volleyball, and afterwards some of us went on the rockclimbing wall (I am in the neon yellow shirt: and I made it to the top!).
On Saturday me, my dad, Taylor, Uncle Adam and cousins Matthew and Zack went hiking to the top of Angel's Landing in Zion. I was worried about the whole heights thing, as there is this part to the top that is this spine you climb up holding on to a chain. We saw signs saying, "WARNING! People have died on this trail" (Seriously though, people fall off the cliff on this hike) and we were like, wow... that made me feel a LOT better.
But I am SO proud of myself because I made it to the top and kind of conquered my fear of heights! It was a lot of fun!