Boondocks.

So I used to use boondocks as a word that meant you live way too far away for anything to matter.

[ex: Phoenix?You live in the boondocks, brahhhh!]

But apparently, in Utah, it's a place of joy.

And if I'm in Utah, I'd love to live in/at the boondocks.

Uncle Neil's [aka the father of Kaesi and Britt]

work party was being held at boondocks yesterday

 Britt, Me, Tanner [aka Tannie]

Aunt Kristi and Uncle Neil

Luckily, the place was packed with tons of kids!

All of which were >5 years old.

So cool. 

We met so many new friends!

[sike]

but for real, it was actually really really really [etc] fun.

We all:

+ rode the race carts like 12 times each [minus 10]

and thank goodness for my recent Mario Cart playing, it really helped

me beat everyone at real life go carting.

[besides race 1 because my cart just happened to be the slowest aka not even fair.]

I kept throwing Red Shells at Britt, she totes hated it.

+got soaked on the bumper boats.

+Britt and I played the ddr game like 99 times.

ps not an exaggeration

+mini golfing

+lazer tagging

+all you can eat food just sitting there, of course waiting to be eaten.

+and one of those bouncy things that I'm pretty sure was meant for the youngins.
Not me and Britt.
Did we care?
nope.

Conclusion: boondocks= very fun.
Take everyone you know. They will love you.