We went to Utah three times in 2018
Really, Utah in July was a pit stop on the way to our family reunion in Idaho, but it did have its own fun. We went to the Provo Independence Day Parade, which I grew up goinf to almost every year of my childhood. It was hotter than I remember, with less candy, and I'm second-guessing how fun parades are in general, but afterward we swam at a pool nearby and had pizza for lunch, so it was all very American. Porter hiked several peaks, I visited some friends, but the highlight of it all was Uncle Rob's 60th birthday. It was a luau and everyone on mom's side was there. Highlights include a Rob themed game Family Feud, catching up with cousins I rarely see, and everyone taping dollar bills to Rob and lifting him up in a chair. He loved it (who wouldn't), and his reaction to everything made everything doubly rewarding.
We bought a minivan! Turns out there are more minivans on the market in Utah, driving down the price. Plus, Utah in October is delightful. I got what I wanted out of a van (it's not silver or gray, has dual climate control and third row seats that fold down for a mega trunk), and we've so far convinced Jamie that the build in DVD player only works after at least five hours of driving and after he has napped in the car.
Christmas in Utah is just lovely. Aside from the hassle of cramming gifts and snow gear into carryon bags (too cheap to pay for checked bags!), everything else about the trip was merry and bright. I saw a bunch of mission friends who I love with this deep part of my heart I forget exists until I see them. We went sledding twice (once with my mom, once with Porter's), then it snowed the last few days we were there (but not so much it was hard to get around). We saw a Christmas light show with Scott and Joy, saw the lights at Temple Square Christmas Day night (say fewer crowds!), and listened to Christmas music all day every day. My mom has mountains of Christmas decorations (several of which I tried to get her to let me steal from her, unsuccessfully) and is filled with Christmas cheer. My dad carved me an Ivory Soap Jesus. It was a perfect holiday.