I hope no officials from the Craters of the Moon National Monument are reading this, but... we took home a rock. Sorry.
Tyler went to Craters when he was young. He's not sure how old he was, but he was young enough to believe that you could drive to the moon from your Grandma's house in Twin Falls.
Lillian had lots of fun climbing on the 'bolcanoes.' You guys probably don't remember, but Tyler took a geology class a few years back. So he knows all about volcanoes and how the volcano that makes up Yellowstone used to be in Idaho, and tectonic plates, or something.
There are much cooler things to see at the Craters of the Moon National Monument, but they wanted to charge us some exorbitant amount, like $15, to go see them, so we said no thank you and sufficed ourselves with this little area by the visitors' center.
On the drive home, we visited Cove Fort, where no less than 526 senior missionaries wanted to give us a tour.
Once we got into Arizona, we were reminded that it is, in fact, hot here.
We stopped briefly at the Vermilion Cliffs where we took some pictures and Lillian begged for a pink cowboy hat, which we got for her. (I know you shouldn't give in to begging, but doesn't every little girl need a pink cowboy hat?)