Zion National Park was only about 40 minutes away from our home. The perfect place for a day trip with my husband, Jim, and our 13-year-old daughter, Brianna. We’d chosen the perfect day for it too. The air was warm, the grass the bright green of spring. The same green lit up the buds on the trees.
The day was so beautiful, we decided to avoid the interstate and take the longer, roundabout route to the park. As the scenery rolled by, my mind drifted back to the many family car trips we’d taken while I was growing up. I did a lot of daydreaming with my cheek to the window and my back to my brothers in our old 1958 Ford station wagon.
There was one roadside attraction that never failed to fascinate
