I probably should be going to bed now but I wouldn’t feel complete if I didn’t post a little something about our recent camping adventure! Greg, Val, Ben and I drove out to Blacksmith Fork Canyon (7 miles south of Logan) where we lived amongst the trees for three days and three nights (4th of July weekend). The bullet-point-summary of our venture (and by bullet point I mean hyphen):
– Set up camp next to a stream and made a designated bathroom spot (complete with a toilet seat and bucket! Complements to Ben for the iPoop)
– My left calf became the hot spot for bugs to munch on
– We skipped stones on a spring and forced the boys to walk into freezing water. Just like we forced them to eat dog food.
– We saw a ga-zillion butterflies and I even got to hold one in my hand! (it was actually dying…Ben “set it free” by gently propelling it into a bush on the 4th of July)
– All able-bodied citizens hiked up Richard’s Trail in hopes of seeing a waterfall. An elderly Schnauzer and a 13-week-old puppy proved to be better than me at walking. My fear of heights also forced me to stoop to such a lowly level where I shamefully had to ask Ben to hold my hand :(
– Boston tackled a bear! Doggy style.
– We discovered a fun little game where you pick any book/movie title and replace one of the nouns with an inappropriate word that I choose to censure. Hint: it starts with a V and almost rhymes with “piranha.” Hm, not really.
– Watermelons should not be left in fire pits. The seeds do, in fact, pop aggressively.
– Mice are filthy thieves that crawl into any crevice including laundry baskets and grills. They also leave gifts in red plastic bowls :(
I left camp looking like a crazed hobo with no knowledge of where my cell phone was. I’m not even sure how I managed to restrain my bowel movements for two and a half days. But I sure did have a good time! There’s nothing better than coming home after a camping trip and washing off crusty layers of dirt and dead skin on every square inch of your body. Mmmm.