Hot Pots.....

On the way to Springville from Las Vegas Carl wanted to stop at some hot pots pretty much in the middle of this field at a town called Meadow. (I think) He can always come up with a crazy activity to do. By pure luck, their swim suits were easy to get to so the kids and Carl tried it out. No thanks for me. I am not a huge fan of water, not to mention a creepy, black hole in the middle of a field. I guess the water was pretty toasty and it had that delicious hot pot/rotten egg smell going on. The kids had fun until Caleb got bit by some red ants on the dirt trail to the pots. Served him right for tormenting them.