While in St. George, we attended the live Nativity at Tuacahn that featured a real camel, horses, sheep, and goats. The kids loved it although the temperatures were frigid. We also toured Brigham Young's winter home and wondered why all the door knobs were so close to the ground. Apparently, almost everyone was 5 feet 6 inches or shorter back then. We also saw firsthand how fabric was woven from cotton that used to be grown in the area. Emma even picked some cotton from the plants growing on the grounds, although she got in trouble for it. Later, in Snow Canyon State Park, Emma picked an armful of what looked like wild rhubarb and asked if we could make a pie out of it. Dad quickly stowed the plants in the cooler hoping that no park ranger had seen what was likely an illegal harvest. We never made the pie and aren't even certain if the stuff was rhubarb.
In Snow Canyon, we took a short hike to a small slot canyon. Luke was tickled and thought the whole place was a giant sand box. Rachel drew pictures in the sand, and her impish giggles echoed up and down the canyon walls. Brooke and I marveled that such a beautiful place was so close to the road -- a perfect spot for our small children.