Summer Traditions

A summer just isn't complete without a trip to Bear Lake.  So with newborn in tow, we headed up there one lovely August day.  'Cept for not exactly on the lovely part.  You can see evidence below that it was actually a little chilly.  All kids need a childhood memory of freezing at Bear Lake, right?  We had a great time there anyway, especially after a big windstorm rolled through and left the beach pretty much deserted except for us.  It was a rather exciting windstorm that almost sent me sailing off to the North Shore since I happened to be doing the stand-up paddle board when it rolled through.  My not-yet healed from the c-section ab muscles were no match for that wind (at least, let's pretend that was the problem and not that I am just a weakling), but luckily I have a quite tall brother who was able to wade out and safe me so my little darlings weren't left motherless.

Okay, maybe it wasn't quite that dramatic, but it did get my blood pumping a bit.  

And good news!   When everyone else left the beach in a hurry, they left behind all their sand toys.  My kids spent a good hour combing the beach with their cousins and collecting them all.  Their disappointment was great when they were told we weren't actually going to keep them. 

 

Those are the only two pictures I took while at the beach because we have learned from previous experience that sand (Katie) and water (Floyd) are not so good for cameras.  

But, you're in luck because we spent the next two days camping in Emigration and the picture taking was happening full force.  I don't have a lot to say about camping - it was dirty, we ate a lot of junk, nobody got lost, and I even slept for a few hours.  So I except for that there were no Huckleberries to be found (or Huncleberries according to Ben), I suppose it was a success.

Molly really liked being outside.  I really liked her cute little Levi jacket.  

 

 

Oh, and also, Annie picked her yearly quota of wildflowers so phew!

 

 She even shared a few with little Sis.

 

Cole was rarely seen.  

He's growing up, that one.  Hardly even needs me anymore.  Sniff sniff.

 

 

 

Luckily Ben still needs me plenty.  That kid is a live wire and we love every minute of it.  He had a grand time camping.  When you're a 3-year-old boy, what's not to love about camping?

 

It was probably a little crazy to take a 1-month-old camping, but we had a great time.  We just couldn't let summer go by without visiting two of our favorite spots.