Die Hard Egg Hunters

For all of those who have called concerned about our flood situation (which is, uh, no one) no worries! Nope, we're good, thanks. Ha ha, just kidding. I, more than anyone, did not think it would get this bad. When your house is on top of a hill, it's sunny out, and it rained maybe a day and a half earlier this week, it's hard to imagine it getting like this.
Since this is the park where our Easter Egg Hunt was originally scheduled to take place this morning, we had to move to a higher park down the road. J and I had a friendly debate whether we could take the highway that leads straight to the park or a major detour. I said I thought they closed it down last night in case the levee broke. It didn't, so he thought it would be open again. I won and we detoured, but we did go take a look after the hunt. Good thing I'm always right:
The first thing J said as we drove up on this was 'Well. Good thing it only rained one day.' Seriously. We're used to Utah weather where the first day of a storm just gets soaked up in the dry ground. But on to the hunt. It was fuh-reezing!

Believe it or not, this was the best picture we could get of her.
The die hards! I was surprised so many friends made it despite the cold and detours. This looks more like a fall, hayride picture, huh. I read on Danette's blog that Easter will never again be this early in the year. Glad to hear it. I hope next year we're hunting for eggs in sweet, spring dresses.
As soon as she found out what was inside the eggs, her gathering days were over. I think she picked up two eggs herself then spent the rest of the time trying to figure out how to get the tin foil off the little butterfinger egg. Those things are hard to open!