I do have some great pictures to share of some of our summer adventures so far....They will probably be a little out of order, but if I split them up into different posts, then I won't be so confused in 10 years when I look back on it.
In May we took the kids camping in Moab, UT and it was our first "vacation" with just us and the kids without a greater purpose (wedding, family reunion, holiday, etc.). It turned out surprisingly well. We stayed at an RV/Tent camping site so there were showers, flushing toilets, and basin sinks to clean our dishes in. Here are some pictures:
Here's a view from the car coming into the valley. Of course Dave had to stop to take a picture. Mostly he wanted to capture a picture of "The Big Nasty". He'll be riding the big nasty on his road bike later this fall--3,000 feet of elevation gain in 7 miles. It's part of the 100 mile ride he'll be doing for the Moab Century Tour.
This is the beautiful Riverside Oasis RV and tent campground. We stayed in the tree area on the far left side of the picture.
Here's a good one of Stuart after I nearly took his eye out with a tent pole. Accidentally.
Nothing a little ice cream cone can't cure.
More love with the ice cream.
Where’s my cone? Grace is eating mine after she dropped hers in the dirt.
We thought the kids would be exhausted after our long drive and sweaty campsite set up, but after laying in the tent for three hours in the fading (albeit hot) sun they were still awake. No amount of threats or whisper yelling could get them to be still and go to sleep.
Many hours later, dawn.
Breakfast—it was freezing before the sun peeked around the rocky hills to the east of us, then instantly blazing hot once it did.
Mmmmmm, bacon. See the fork? We forgot the cooking utensils.
Runaway baby. No really baby, run away.
Even though camping in a RV campground offers little privacy, at least there were some nice rocks for the kids to climb on to keep them entertained.
Friday morning--Arches National Park. Or, the whines-a-lot tour. Since they were a little sleep deprived, and we were back in the car after a 7 hour drive the day before there was lots of tears, crying, yelling (not the whisper kind either), and finally we just put a movie on they could watch in between the sites.
Much to our delight, Elise really liked the backpack and was the best behaved of the three for the entire trip (I guess she is fated to be the youngest child forever since she is already turning into “the favorite”).
Grace, whines-a-lot Buecher was happy as long as she was playing in the sand. Lucky for us, there is sand EVERYWHERE in Moab.
Dave was a camera hog this trip, so I think there are only two pictures with him in it.
Oh Elise, It is easy to be the favorite child when I can’t see you and you don’t run away.
After a few stops—hiking in to see an arch, hiking out… Repeat, we came to Sand Dune Arch. The clouds parted and angels sang, and there was more sand than the Sahara.
Here’s the arch itself.
A necessary cool off in the river. I so did not know that craw-dad’s were that big.
Here’s how Stuart’s face looked on Friday night.
Saturday…
We headed out to Canyonlands Nat’l Park and stopped at first to see some petroglyphs on the side of the road.
Can you see them? Me neither. Well not in this picture anyway.
Then into Canyonlands…we stopped at Mesa Arch first, in which the trail guide read something like this, “Mesa Arch is a great hike for kids. Just be sure as you approach the arch itself, that you take caution, carelessness would lead to a sure-to-be-fatal fall.”
I totally stole this picture from a professional photographer, but since the copywrite info is on it, I figured it was ok. Right?
Here we are exercising caution, so as not to have a fatal fall.
Lastly, we headed over to Whale Rock, which looks like this:
But since we didn’t get a shot of it from far away, I stole another picture from someone else. Copywrite in tact.
Here’s us on the top of that:
And the only other picture of Dave from the trip:
All in all, a fabulous experience. You should go there.
2 comments:
So fun! You are brave people taking three kids on a road trip like that. I loved sand heaven. I am impressed that you were the baby carrier for so much of the trip. Good times.
Remember when we went to Moab and I got the Flu as we were pulling into town?? That was fun.
But seriously, that was fun, we should do it again sometime when I'm not nauseous or feverish.
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