who likes backpacks?

Answer: Not us.

Buckle up kids. This story is ridiculous!

So it all begins last Saturday... Tyson and Colton came down to good ol P town! They drove down together on Colton's motorcycle! Cute huh? (We are telling you this for a reason, not just to embarrass them)

We decided to make chicken, but we had done the self cleaning thing on our oven, so after waiting for over an hour for the oven door to unlock we gave up. We put the chicken in the fridge and decided to hit up Mickey D's on the way. Oh! Our destination was the hot pots! There are natural hot springs in Provo Canyon that we desired to experience. So we drove there and got super lost, but after asking drunk guys at a gas station, a random spanish speaking man in a minivan, and teenagers also heading that way, we found it!

They were hot! And they were pots! It was an interesting experience. Tyson and Colton had their swimsuits in Colton's backpack, which got left on top of the car while we were in the hot pots. After we were done sitting in scalding water, we headed back to BYU. We were just pulling onto the highway out of the canyon after Jourden made a very illegal manuever when we see flashing police lights behind us... This is where the story takes off.

The cop was probably the nicest guy in the entire world. Jourden's front headlight was out, and after checking her license and registration he just smiled at us and told her to fix it and told us to have a good night! Lucky ducky didn't even see Jourden driving like a crazy person. This was blessing #1.

We were all starving by this time because we never had chicken/dinner/chicken for dinner, so we hit up McDonald's. Fun fact:  Cinnamelts are DELICIOUS! Tyson ordered them and then we ordered them again and then one more time just for funsies. Real good.

12:30 AM: After McDizzles we pulled into the Heritage parking lot, and Colton went to grab his backpack so that he and Tyson could be on their way. Great news! It was on top of the car when we left Midway. It had his iPod, keys, phone and camera chargers, gloves, and other stuff... so off we headed back to the hot pots. Almost an hour later we arrived there again. Tyson and Colt searched all over the parking lot for the backpack, but it was gone. We started driving down the road and we saw a glove in the middle of the street! And a few more feet down there was another glove! It would appear that whoever picked up the backpack was going through it and throwing stuff out the window.

We got Colton's gloves, and farther down the road the backpack was sitting on a cement barrier with everything in it except for his iPod. Blessing #2!!

Off we were again! We stopped to go potty at a gas station. It was late, but miraculously none of us were tired. Especially Jourden, who was driving. We were pretty alert for it being almost two in the morning. Eventually we got back to our apartment, and Tyson and Colton decided they just wanted to drive back rather than finding somewhere else to sleep and then going back in the morning.

Jourd and I crawled into bed at 3 am, and I was just getting into sleep mode when Jourden's phone started ringing. "Hey Colt!"
"Jourd, my motorcycle just broke down."

I just started laughing... this night truly was never going to end. Colton's chain had come loose, and it was making clicking noises when Tyson turned back and saw sparks shooting out. They pushed it off the freeway to a gas station right off an exit.

3 am DRIVING! YEAH! The lady at the gas station was super nice, and she let Colton keep his bike there overnight. So Jourden and I just decided that we would be going home to Herriman/South Jordan because we were not driving back to Provo on top of everything else. Oh, and did we mention we have 8:30 church? So I texted my great pal Josh and asked if he could teach our Sunday School class for me :) he is a champ.

4:20 am- arrive at Hyde residence. Leave family a note on the counter telling them I am asleep in my room.

1 PM - roll out of bed!

Moral of the story... backpacks and motorcycles lead to eventful evenings! Understatement of the year.