On New Year's Eve of 1991, just before 1992, our little family of 3 made a surprise trip to Utah. I had been feeling sad about missing Christmas and my family, so on New Year's Eve, I told Scott he needed to take a little more time off. We left in the late afternoon and drove straight through to Utah, arriving late on New Year's Day without telling them beforehand that we were coming. It was a very impulsive thing to do. We started wondering if it was a good choice when we hit a blizzard in Nebraska along I-80 early on New Year's Day. There were a few scary moments sliding around so we took an exit and spent about an hour at a fast foodery. When the storm got better, we took off again.
When we showed up at my family's house that night, they couldn't believe it. Ten-year-old Kurt said, "Is this a dream?" We stayed about a week, visiting friends, going to the temple, and enjoying a little break.
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