Unfortunately, the suburban broke down about 50 miles from the Nevada border. Mr. Bechtel and the Spy Twins were able to push us off the freeway to a little gas station/towing station.
There were hundreds of people just standing in line for something. I thought they were on a field trip or something. But it turns out they were all standing in line for the mega lottery. Uggh. I cannot imagine driving across the state line to spend money on a lottery ticket. So strange.
So Mr. Bechtel finally got the car to go again (saving us the $500 tow fee, and saving his cousin P. from a long drive to come and get us.) and we limped into St. George.
The next day the Spy Twins and Mr. Bechtel got to go to Priesthood Session at the Conference Center. They had a wonderful time. And Golden Delicious, Granny Smith and I explored the new City Creek Shopping Complex and Granny Smith got to sit on a policeman's motorcyle, which he thought was very cool.
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