We picked a rainy time to be in Utah. On our drive down to Duck Creek Village (in southern Utah) we ran in to one cloud burst after another. Dad didn't appreciate having to drive in downpour after downpour, although after we passed by a guy on his motorcycle, he didn't feel quite as bad. Thankfully, I was able to sleep for most of the drive. When we finally made it into the mountains that would take us to our cabin, the weather began to break, and it turned very beautiful out.