It ended up being a one day trip. Drive down, sleep overnight, drive home. With lots of stops along the way both going down and coming home. For the one and only breakfast, the youngest brother had been raving for months about the Bear Paw Cafe in downtown St. George. And it was good. Everything you could hope in a breakfast place and which you can’t find anything like, unfortunately, where I live in Provo.

I was torn, as I often am, between something sweet along the lines of pancakes, waffles, sweet rolls, etc, and something not so sweet, like eggs benedict or an omelette. This time I went down the sweet hole and ordered their cinnamon apple stuffed french toast. It turned out to be a good choice. Cinnamon-y, apple-y, sugar-y apples sandwiched between a couple pieces of bread and then french toasted. The other brothers licked off their plates and downed their hot cocoas in an admirable fashion. It’s good that we got there a bit early in the morning. We still needed plenty of time for breakfast to digest before we headed to In-N-Out for lunch.