Each year when everything is its hottest, we migrate to a place that is even hotter for a little R&R by a poolside. When we show up at the golf course and it's 110 degrees at 1 PM, they generally take pity on us and only charge a pittance. Sometimes they even include the golf cart free because they feel so sorry for us. But there is a method to our madness. August in St. George is not "peak" time for anyone. Everything's cheaper and crowds are seriously small anywhere you go.
I guess you could say we're the opposite of Snow Birds.
Besides golf for the adults, there is very little the kids want to do except swim. And swim we do. For hours upon hours upon hours.
This little guy was so excited to get somewhere, he climbed into the stroller and promptly fell asleep.
Good times. Good times.
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