Camping

While Zachary was off on a scout camp, I took Chayce, Payge, and Quinton up Providence Canyon. I let the girls pick the camp site. They selected one next to the creek, right on the single track, across from a shooting range. Fortunately, it was late evening and the gun enthusiasts soon left. The mountain bikers kept coming through until dark. After dark, kids started dragging the canyon (what ever happened to dragging main?) blasting what sounded like carnival music with cars decked out with florescent lights in the interiors of their cars.

Roasting dogs. In theory at least. Mostly getting soot and ash on them. 

I could high-five the cyclists from my hammock. With the noise of the creek and the the 10 yards between my hammock and their tent, I couldn't hear the short people, which didn't make me feel obligated to repeatedly tell them to go to slee. It was a peaceful night to watch the moon rise while in bed.

Shortly after this picture, s'mores were made using pop-tarts. 

Cold, but not frozen.