Emigration

 When we weren't hanging out at Bear Lake, we soaked in the fresh mountain air at Emigration Campground.  We've been coming here since I was a teensy little kid and it's my favorite.  My kids are starting to like it quite a bit too. 

 We didn't see much of Cole when we were at the campground - he was exploring.  It was at this very campground that we lost Cole for a bit when he was 18-months.  I said to Floyd, "can you watch Cole for a minute?"  When I came back about 4 or 5 minutes later and asked where Cole was, he looked puzzled and said, "I don't know."  I, politely I'm sure, reminded him that I asked him to watch Cole, he replied, "you said a minute."  Well, we're all still alive and we did find Cole a few campgrounds over playing in a toy car, but it was a tense couple of minutes there.

 

I'm pleased to report that we lost no children this year - even when they played peek-a-boo in this hollow tree.  It was a perfect fit!

 

 The girls spent a few weeks watching the Olympic gymnasts, so logs all over the campground where quickly turned into balance beams.

 I told you Ben was up for anything - his routine was awfully impressive.

 They also busted a few dance moves to Grandpa's campfire singalong music.  Annie could dance to a cricket's chirp. 

 And finally, the boys made a reappearance.  As Ice Age hunters with one sleeve on and one sleeve off and stick-spears.  Go figure.

 

I miss the mountains already...