Steve says this camping trip marks the end of us “just visiting.” We live here now.

First off, cousins Violet and Clea stopped here in Huntsville and took an interest in the horses.

We took the scenic route to Dinosaur National Monument, stopping at a campground near Flaming Gorge. Here are most of us.

Here is what Flaming Gorge looks like.

Lou could always be counted for a smile.

Mike slept on his recently bought cot, part of his new lifestyle, and reported that it got very, very cold. 

Cousin Clea was Walter’s constant companion.

Steve slept in the tent with my love bunny.

And I slept in the camper with this musical creature.

Riding in the truck was one of the best parts.

Wyoming windmills!

Here Steve is teaching the kids about Tony from “The Shining.”

“Tony’s the little boy that lives inside my mouth.”

Friendships were formed.

Limits were tested.

Fathers were fêted.

Campfires.

Stars.

Green River mud baths.

Hotness.

I’ll be honest with you, we didn’t see a lot of dinosaurs. 

And we were only gone two nights. We left Violet and Clea and Company on Tuesday and returned to civilization and watched “Finding Dory” and got our countertops updated while our California cousins dug deeper into camplandia.

BUT George caught a fish. George sort of caught a fish.

More horses when we all reunified on Saturday.

It wasn’t until I looked closely at my pictures that I realized my friends felt I was taking a few too many.

Love you folks!