Our Camping Trip with Lots of Pictures

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314831270814684885.post-37833299427512476782008-06-17T22:07:00.007-07:002008-06-17T23:33:10.444-07:00Our Camping Trip with Lots of PicturesWe went camping over the weekend at a reservoir called Smith and Morehouse in the Wasatch Cache National Forest. We had a lot of fun, even though it was absolutely freezing cold at night. Luckily we have warm sleeping bags, so once we are all bundled up in them we sleep just fine. Our tent is huge and it has two separate parts. There is a big main tent and a bedroom. We can add two more bedrooms if we want to. We always take both parts with us when we go camping, but sometimes we can only use one part because there isn't enough room for both parts. This time we had plenty of room for both parts. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFifs_DNn5I/AAAAAAAAB9A/kfhp4a5_v4w/s1600-h/View+of+Our+Camp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFifs_DNn5I/AAAAAAAAB9A/kfhp4a5_v4w/s320/View+of+Our+Camp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213092163869319058" border="0" /></a> I have actually downloaded all of the pictures I took with my digital camera, organized them and sent them off to be printed. I can pick up the prints tomorrow. I also took the film from my 35mm camera to be developed and then scanned them all in and organized them on my computer. I took a lot of pictures and I've posted a lot here; although they aren't in a very organized order because it takes me too long to figure out what order I want them in and I'm too lazy to switch them around after they are posted. First, here are some pictures of Carson. He loves camping and fishing and playing in rivers and lakes. Here he is relaxing at camp. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFifCwR7cjI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/rFNIZwubIiM/s1600-h/Carson+Being+Cute.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFifCwR7cjI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/rFNIZwubIiM/s320/Carson+Being+Cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213091438350004786" border="0" /></a> Here he is getting ready to fish. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFifDIE7X6I/AAAAAAAAB8g/K-yf7zeh3K8/s1600-h/Carson+Hanging+Out.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFifDIE7X6I/AAAAAAAAB8g/K-yf7zeh3K8/s320/Carson+Hanging+Out.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213091444737925026" border="0" /></a> Here he is playing in the stream. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFifDmBCUOI/AAAAAAAAB8o/A-fcmerOxqg/s1600-h/Carson+Playing+in+Stream+%232.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFifDmBCUOI/AAAAAAAAB8o/A-fcmerOxqg/s320/Carson+Playing+in+Stream+%232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213091452774666466" border="0" /></a> Here he is really wanting to throw some rocks in the river. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFifEAHX8iI/AAAAAAAAB8w/4dVl9syNsvw/s1600-h/River+Play+%232.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFifEAHX8iI/AAAAAAAAB8w/4dVl9syNsvw/s320/River+Play+%232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213091459780571682" border="0" /></a> Here are Carson, Hayden and Amaya gathering up rocks to throw in the river. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFifEpbwS1I/AAAAAAAAB84/vxo89YGM1UY/s1600-h/River+Play+%234.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFifEpbwS1I/AAAAAAAAB84/vxo89YGM1UY/s320/River+Play+%234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213091470871907154" border="0" /></a> Hayden is digging for treasure. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFidn6SVFeI/AAAAAAAAB7w/ix6b_pRjlM0/s1600-h/Hayden+Finding+Buried+Treasure.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFidn6SVFeI/AAAAAAAAB7w/ix6b_pRjlM0/s320/Hayden+Finding+Buried+Treasure.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213089877667943906" border="0" /></a> He knew I was trying to get a cute picture of him so he did this. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFidnwDABcI/AAAAAAAAB74/lCoLMlcgk8I/s1600-h/Hayden+Making+a+Goofy+Face.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFidnwDABcI/AAAAAAAAB74/lCoLMlcgk8I/s320/Hayden+Making+a+Goofy+Face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213089874919294402" border="0" /></a> Here's Hayden coming back from a hike. He was extremely pissed off at me at this point because I made him spill his Lucky Charms when I was helping him climb down some rocks on a steep hill so he wouldn't fall. I told him that it's not a good idea to bring a bowl of cereal with you when you're going on a hike. Notice that he is carrying his bowl back with him. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFidoCfGslI/AAAAAAAAB8A/_k8aZpoccvA/s1600-h/Hayden+Returning+from+Hike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFidoCfGslI/AAAAAAAAB8A/_k8aZpoccvA/s320/Hayden+Returning+from+Hike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213089879869010514" border="0" /></a> He is such a cutie.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFidoAZMKRI/AAAAAAAAB8I/jtVd7NNH_r0/s1600-h/Hayden.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFidoAZMKRI/AAAAAAAAB8I/jtVd7NNH_r0/s320/Hayden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213089879307331858" border="0" /></a> Here are Carson and Hayden on the same hike. I'm holding Hayden's bowl of Lucky Charms before they spilled and he's still in a good mood in this picture. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFidoarPx0I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/wSbwGgdzDYE/s1600-h/Carson+and+Hayden+on+Hike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFidoarPx0I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/wSbwGgdzDYE/s320/Carson+and+Hayden+on+Hike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213089886362388290" border="0" /></a> We hung out on the dam one day fishing. Amaya climbed up and down and up and down the rocks over and over again. I think this picture was taken after she lost one shoe somewhere in the rocks. We did find it. She lost her shoe another time in the forest around our camp and we had to send Carson to go find it. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFicpfaN2CI/AAAAAAAAB7I/SRrO0DBLYnM/s1600-h/Amaya+Climbing+on+the+Dam.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFicpfaN2CI/AAAAAAAAB7I/SRrO0DBLYnM/s320/Amaya+Climbing+on+the+Dam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213088805301377058" border="0" /></a> Here's Amaya in time out because she peed her pants. I didn't make her sit in the chair backwards. She did that because she knew I was going to take a picture of her. Yes, she is wearing one of her brothers' underwear. It's probably got Spiderman on it. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFicpiGpzHI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/g2uadQWajHM/s1600-h/Amaya+in+Time+Out.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFicpiGpzHI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/g2uadQWajHM/s320/Amaya+in+Time+Out.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213088806024629362" border="0" /></a>Here she is making shadows on the tent. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFicqEcA31I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/5AIbyK9t4Jk/s1600-h/Amaya+Making+Shadows+on+the+Tent.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFicqEcA31I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/5AIbyK9t4Jk/s320/Amaya+Making+Shadows+on+the+Tent.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213088815241027410" border="0" /></a> Here we are sitting on the dam while Mike fished. Sitting on rocks for hours on end is not very comfortable. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFicqYLFhCI/AAAAAAAAB7g/aYLWl94DypU/s1600-h/Mom+and+Amaya.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFicqYLFhCI/AAAAAAAAB7g/aYLWl94DypU/s320/Mom+and+Amaya.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213088820538737698" border="0" /></a> Amaya loves camping, too.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFicqgiuJzI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Oy329SQv2dY/s1600-h/Amaya+%233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFicqgiuJzI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Oy329SQv2dY/s320/Amaya+%233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213088822785353522" border="0" /></a> As we were setting up camp we noticed this sign on our picnic table. It basically tells you how to not get attacked by bears when you're sleeping. Last year an 11-year-old boy was dragged out of his tent and killed in a campground. Now the campground hosts make sure to warn campers of the dangers of bears. The reservoir we went to has three campgrounds nearby and on Saturday night in one campground (not ours, luckily) a black bear was spotted roaming around. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiavsmyzWI/AAAAAAAAB6g/8eagk569KN0/s1600-h/Bear+Sign.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiavsmyzWI/AAAAAAAAB6g/8eagk569KN0/s320/Bear+Sign.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213086712899751266" border="0" /></a> Here are some pictures of the lake. Notice the snow on the mountains. No wonder it was freezing cold at night. It was warm during the day, though, so we could wear shorts and not be cold. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiav4GA2MI/AAAAAAAAB6o/D6sK-pXZ5Vo/s1600-h/Looking+from+the+Dam.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiav4GA2MI/AAAAAAAAB6o/D6sK-pXZ5Vo/s320/Looking+from+the+Dam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213086715983485122" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiawHLh7jI/AAAAAAAAB6w/fEf98fYXVdU/s1600-h/View+of+Lake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiawHLh7jI/AAAAAAAAB6w/fEf98fYXVdU/s320/View+of+Lake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213086720033156658" border="0" /></a>There was a patch of snow about 20 feet from our picnic table. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiawUGZc4I/AAAAAAAAB64/Yc6HEt7U9MM/s1600-h/Snow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiawUGZc4I/AAAAAAAAB64/Yc6HEt7U9MM/s320/Snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213086723501290370" border="0" /></a> I though these were hosta plants of some kind, but apparently they are wild cabbage. There were fields of them and they were so beautiful. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiawkqwuPI/AAAAAAAAB7A/SoIRu-oX924/s1600-h/Wild+Cabbage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiawkqwuPI/AAAAAAAAB7A/SoIRu-oX924/s320/Wild+Cabbage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213086727948777714" border="0" /></a> Here is Spot enjoying the sunshine. We take his crate and when he's in the tent he has to be in his crate because, being the germaphobe that I am, I don't want him getting the tent dirty. But it was so cold at night that I felt sorry for him so I let him sleep with us so he could have blankets on him. He is a bit of a woos when it's cold. I don't like to see him shiver. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiZaofElKI/AAAAAAAAB54/m6tUS7ScxYc/s1600-h/Spot+%232.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiZaofElKI/AAAAAAAAB54/m6tUS7ScxYc/s320/Spot+%232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213085251504739490" border="0" /></a> Here's Amaya fishing. She was getting mad because only Carson and Mike were fishing so Mike had to let her take a turn. She didn't catch anything but she was happy anyway. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiZa-iWyvI/AAAAAAAAB6A/gh2SbVF-GQc/s1600-h/Amaya+Fishing+%232.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiZa-iWyvI/AAAAAAAAB6A/gh2SbVF-GQc/s320/Amaya+Fishing+%232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213085257424095986" border="0" /></a>Here's Carson with one of the three fish he caught. I don't know how to work Photoshop, but hopefully I can figure out how to lighten him up a bit in this picture so he doesn't look like a shadow. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiZbAZ4wtI/AAAAAAAAB6I/TZKUGAsLBKY/s1600-h/Carson%27s+Fish.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiZbAZ4wtI/AAAAAAAAB6I/TZKUGAsLBKY/s320/Carson%27s+Fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213085257925444306" border="0" /></a>Here's Hayden holding the pole and giving a goofy grin so I could get a picture of him fishing. As soon as I snapped the picture he gave the pole back to Mike. He has no interest in fishing. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiZbVejaGI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/dDcOUq16Ecs/s1600-h/Hayden+Fishing.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiZbVejaGI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/dDcOUq16Ecs/s320/Hayden+Fishing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213085263582160994" border="0" /></a>This seagull kept flying over us so I decided to try to get a picture of it. It had a certain route that it took and it would fly over us about every 10 minutes. It flew the same route for hours. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiZbnfhVvI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/aJdAS2xYqSY/s1600-h/Seagull.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KdCzbZ5-kRQ/SFiZbnfhVvI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/aJdAS2xYqSY/s320/Seagull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213085268418057970" border="0" /></a> We had a lot of fun on our camping trip. One of the best parts about it was it was only an hour and 15 minutes from our house, and we only used 1/4 tank of gas on the entire trip. Not too bad. It is great to get out in nature and just relax for the weekend. I sat around a lot. I took naps in the tent. I read a book (The Da Vinci Code). I had a great time with my family. It was a very good weekend.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07083313061836800832noreply@blogger.com