“Uncle.”

I once worked with a guy who used to say, “Never make a decision about moving in Utah in February.” I think that’s the best living-in-Utah advice I ever heard. Because by February I’m always starting to think about moving.

Yeah, yeah, snow is pretty and skiing is fun. But it’s cold and icy and gloomy, and nothing’s growing or green and I’m sick of it. I’m ready to say, “Uncle.”

I know it’s temporary. I know that in 60 days it’ll be over, and I’ll be in love with Northern Utah all over again. But right now I just want to feel the sun on my bare arms, catch a breeze that doesn’t sting, hear birds sing and go camping again. So here’s what I’m doing about it:

Tonight after work I’m flying down to Phoenix. My best friend, Arizona Steve, will pick me up at the terminal, and we’ll drive straight out into the Sonoran desert for 2 days & nights of scrambling up and down peaks, and sleeping under the stars.

Then in 2 weeks we- the whole family this time- are headed back down to St. George for a long weekend.

And then in March, we- again, the whole family- are doing something super-cool; we’re going to Central America. And when we get back, it’ll be time for the World to Wake Up again.

The last one- the Central America thing- of course is the Big Adventure, and I’ll blog more about it when we get a little closer. But today, right now, I’m going South, I’m getting warm, and I’m gonna see the sun.

And maybe I’ll see something worth blogging about.