The next weekend after Moab I headed down to St. George to get my last bit of lovely weather before the snow. I went with a ground of friends and we just climbed and hung out while we were there, and we stayed at some one they know's dead Grandmothers house.
The Grandma had been dead for at least a year it looked like and no one had cleaned out anything. There was still food in the cupboards and fridge, and everything looked like she'd died the day before. Nope. They had definitely just left everything. I really wanted to clean it up for them.
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