Logan Temple

On our way back from Bear Lake we stopped in Logan. A friend of mine told me about a museum done by the Daughters of the Mormon Pioneers (something like that). Apparently it has some sleigh bells given to/from the prophet Joseph Smith to/from Orrin Porter Rockwell. Rockwell is definitely one of my favorite people from church history. If we had a little boy I'd love to name him Porter but it sounds really strange with Wuehler. Obviously I don't have the detail down on those sleigh bells so while we were in the area I wanted to check it out. Turns out the museum was closed on Mondays. I was totally bummed.

Both Brent and I have family histories linking us to the Logan area. My grandparents lived in Logan for quite some time. Brent's parents were married in the Logan temple. After the disappointment of the museum, we couldn't resist a quick stop.

Gorgeous temple, gorgeous grounds!

The girls were thrilled to be out of their carseats for a bit.

Show Liesel a fountain, I will show you a happy girl.

A family snapshot. One of my favorites actually.

Afterwards we headed to Cafe Rio for lunch. Oh Cafe Rio, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways: one...two...three...four... no it's FIVE! I went to Cafe Rio five times during our vacation out west. I'm sure if one opened right around the corner from us here in Chicago I'd go maybe twice a year. Until then, I have to get as much of their insanely delicious food as I can when we're in the area.