So do you remember road trips growing up when your parents would want to stop at silly museums and all us kids would groan and then rack our brains for any reason that we simply could not go. "I forgot my shoes!" "Oh! Darn, sister's asleep." "I'm allergic to _(museum type)_." Trust me, we tried them all.
That's pretty much how I viewed the Iron Mission State Park Museum growing up. We never stopped before, but since I am soooo ma-toor now I thought it could be interesting. And I was right!
Seriously though, it was really cool. The museum tells the story of development in Iron County when, in the 1850s, Brigham Young sent Mormon missionaries there to mine iron.There were:
tons of original carriages
vintage clothes
tons of iron tools from the church's Iron Mission

Lincoln Logs (I built one inside and got outside and someone had copied me with bigger ones!)

tons of pioneer artifacts aaaand...
A tour guide told us he is the Iron Mission mascot. (My dad and I debated whether he was a real tour guide because he was kind of just hanging out in the back and then started guiding us. Hmm...? He was way cool though- he even grew up in Zion's National Park. Freaking cool, no?)

