We are so lucky to have grandchildren! We have held a "Cousin Camp" the last few years to help us bond a little more with them and with each other. This year we were more ambitious and went to Flaming Gorge to camp for 2 nights. It went well although the car ride was a little long for attention spans and bladders. Regardless, I'm glad we did it, although we missed the grandchildren in California and Latvia.
We started out Sunday afternoon picking them up with all their stuff. We had dinner together at our house--very tasty pot roast and corn on the cob and fresh green beans from the garden.
The kids had fun visiting "Dr. Katie" who was giving people slings for their broken arms.
Monday morning we took off after doing some garden work and other necessary chores. The kids were pretty patient waiting for us to be ready.
A four-band-aid fall:
Of course, campfires are a necessity when camping and fortunately they were still allowed despite our hot, dry summer with so many wildfires.
On Tuesday, we went rafting down the Green River, courtesy of the Dutch John Resort. The river had a few rapids and rocks to steer clear of but it was never really dangerous. It was running high and we didn't get stuck. We had a little sadness in the morning but she recovered after a little while and some breakfast. Sleep was in short supply.
We stopped for lunch along the way. After lunch there was some pretty fun singing by the kids. And a lot of screaming for the "Mother-in-law" rapids.
After a couple of hours, we came to our stopping place, hauled the boat out and waited for our ride to come get us.
We headed back to camp and did some crafts--painting planets and making specialized paper airplanes which required a lot of help from Opa and the phone instructions. I didn't really get pictures for that. Later, we had dinner and then a kazoo concert that was pretty entertaining.
The next day, we packed up camp and headed down to the reservoir for a little swimming before we headed to Vernal to the dinosaur museum and the Vernal temple. The reservoir was a little hole with some pretty goopy mud along the shoreline that the boys particularly enjoyed.
After that, we stopped at Wendy's for dinner and headed back home for the children to be picked up by their parents. It was a fun time and a great tradition!
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