Camping with the Daddy

Instead of recapping the Fourth of July weekend which is now officially a month ago, I'm going to consolidate posts in the hopes of actually getting something written!  Glenn decided at the beginning of the summer to take each kid camping on a solo trip with him for a weekend.  Reina's turn was last month (more pictures coming up) and Will's turn was last weekend.  Glenn and Will headed up to Brooklyn Lake in the Snowies.  We all camped there last year with our pop-up and had a great time.  Last weekend, Glenn and Will (and Tootsie) backpacked up the trail and camped for the night. 

 

Outdoor boys - and one of my new favorite pictures.

They fished and hiked and battled villains with swords.   

Look at this big kid!  He's grown so much over the summer.  He reaches my armpits, which might be a weird way to describe his height but there you go. 

Will is very ready for hunting season. 

 Reina and Glenn hiked and camped over the Fourth of July weekend.  They headed to the Sierra Madres. 

Glenn has the backpack with the essentials... and so does Reina.  If by "essentials" you mean little plastic cats, hair bows and assorted detritus. 

The ethereal glow is from a smudge on Glenn's camera lens.  But here are the two girls resting after a long hike. 

 Reina loves to fish.  She woke up this morning asking if we could fish today and when she has a pole in hand, she takes it very seriously. 

The campsite. 

 I love this picture so much.  When I first glanced at it, I was worried that Glenn had accidentally taken a picture of Reina... well... answering the call of Nature out in the middle of Nature but on second glance, she's just sitting in the grass in shorts.   I love Tootsie's expression too.  Worried?  Curious? Probably hungry.  And is that a fire?  Lots going on here. 

We love living in Wyoming for many reasons and these pictures represent one of the biggest reasons.  We can drive a few hours and be in a place where you can backpack all day and just see one person.  We can get our kids outside, catching fish in the afternoon and frying them up for dinner that night.  We come home so full of dirt and mud and bug bites that the bathwater that night is an unusual shade of gray.   "God bless Wyoming and keep it wild."