So this is our sweet little camper... when the "big one" hits the Wasatch Front we're pretty much set. Scott's brother gave us this a few months ago and Scott was able to get it running. It's really in very good condition and very clean, much better than sleeping in a tent in the mountains in September.

Here's Aiden's new favorite pastime... Scott took him out a couple times on the bike the first day, but Aiden looked more concerned than amused by it. But the next day after Scott took off hunting with his brother for the afternoon, all I heard was, "do you wanna go for a ride on papa's bike?" at least thirty times an hour.



This was Aiden's reaction to Scott cutting wood with his chainsaw.

I finally got the hang of riding Scott's brother's KX100 which is actually a child's bike, man I suck.

This is Aiden screaming at me to clean off the remnants of our marshmallow roasting, I can relate to that sense of panic when my hands are sticky and there's no way to clean them.

Man, this kid loves his wagon. This is actually how we got him to go to sleep while we were up there.

Life's better with an alligator and licorice.

Here's Aiden and Ryan, these guys were just a mirror of each other, whatever one did the other wanted in on it.

There was a guy in a nearby campsite who must have felt bad for me thinking I was mom to all of the cousins up there; because he gave us some chalk to write on the rocks with, which the kids absolutely loved.

This was our last day up there, the kids were tired and overdue for a nap and so was I. I put them in the cab of the truck to watch a movie while I cleaned up camp and got ready to go home. This was while Scott and Brad and Ira were headed down the mountain to find Brent who had broken his hand and gotten cut up when he hit a four-wheeler on the trail. I'm so grateful Scott didn't get hurt, I know I didn't say enough prayers this weekend.