At the last minute we decided to join Eric and Andrea's family (Steves oldest brother) on a camping adventure. We packed the car, borrowed a tent and were off to Flaming Gorge. It tooks us a good 3 hours. Sam slept a bit, played with his etch-a-sketch and we solved riddles. Steve and I commented off and on how awful it would would be to live in a mobile home on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere... in Wyoming. Then as we got closer and closer, we saw,

This!! So gorgeous and so... flaming!

Sophie did this, for the last half hour or so

This was Sam's favorite part of camping

This is nature calling... oh to be a boy

This is cutie pie Malia

This is the face of satisfaction when the marshmallow toasts just right.

This is kids dance with glow sticks

This is right before bed, inside the tent, before all hell broke loose. Sophie would NOT settle down and go to sleep. It was honestly like having a colicky newborn.

This is where we ended up for the rest of the night, in a reclined position in the front seat of the car. It was so windy that night, and howling so loud. I kind of freaked myself out thinking of the zodiac killer... if something happened would anyone hear me? I'm a little dramatic at 4 in the morning. When we both finally settled down to sleep, morning came. Andrea was a saint and took our crazy baby on a jaunt with the rest of the kids and let steve and I sleep.
Other than those dreaded 8 hours we really had tons of fun. We camped by a creek, had pinapple upsidedown cake and s'mores. We didnt stay another night, but we will try again next year.