If it wasn't enough to be a single parent for four days last week and then have a sucky not too profitable garage sale Saturday morning, we went camping Saturday afternoon until Monday morning.
Tent camping, people.
Remember this little diddy?
Yeah, sold the broken camper in 11 hours flat. So, that would make us tent campers until further notice.
Luckily, we borrowed a tent because we quickly decided that we are shopping for a new pop up camper.
We're too lazy old to be climbing in and out of a tent.
We went with our good friends the Fischers who have a daughter english bulldog named Vidalia.
Little tip for light sleepers such as myself: Don't go camping with a bulldog. Poor girl has a deviated septum, and she snores like a 65 year old man with a beer gut.
What I can't believe is that Todd and Kate sleep with her every night!!!
On our first night around the campfire, we worked on a name for our little team - decided to call our group the Swishers.
Here are some highlights from our days in the wild wilderness of the Uinta mountains.
The whole gang:
This is how Squirt and I spent much of our time:
Hunter found a giant log on the shore of the little lake we stayed near... typical Hunter makes a boat out of it.
Typical Daddy, finds another use for it.
Jack and Vidy
Check out all the scenery:
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