When we would go to Grandma's house for Thanksgiving growing up we would get up early enough on Thanksgiving day to climb up on the Sugar Loaf and watch the sun rise over St. George. Then we would go to the Maverick for hot chocolate. So 3 of my brother's and myself decided to revisit that loved tradition. It was freezing cold but so beautiful. And any time with my brothers is good time.
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