Roadtrip…Camping…

What summer road trip is complete without sleeping bags and tents…and boats and fish?

We traveled up the Snake River to Hells Canyon – which is the deepest river gorge in North America. The last time I was there, I was a sophomore in high school and I went on a river rafting trip with my biology class. And the windy roads to get there were just as bad/windy as I remembered and I had to pull over when Cannon threatened to lose his lunch!

Idaho camping

There was fishing and tubing and wake boarding. Early mornings and late nights. Afternoon storms. Campfires. Lots of bugs. Cousins. Lawn games. (Aside from the whole campsite being a hill thanks to the canyon – it was absolutely beautiful and lush.)

I’m convinced once Briggs gets a little older and doesn’t require sleeping in a port-crib – camping might not be the most awful sleeping experience. Only time will tell!

Idaho camping

Idaho camping

Idaho camping

Idaho camping

Idaho camping

Idaho camping

Idaho camping

Idaho camping

Idaho camping  Idaho camping

Idaho camping

Idaho camping

Idaho camping

Father/Sons 2018…

Here’s a throwback to two months ago before we left for our summer roadtrip: Father/Sons campout 2018. The weekend where I pack toothbrushes and clean underwear, and neither are used – and yet the whole bag has to be washed because everything reeks of campfire smoke.

The highlight of the weekend (aside from unlimited s’mores) was the water rocket. Every family brought 2 liter soda bottles and the kids created rockets and launched them. Evidently it was buckets of fun…until your rocket got stuck in the trees! The played in the forest, built forts and in general just got dirty – nothing beats guys weekend!

Father Sons 2018

Father Sons 2018

Father Sons 2018

Father Sons 2018

Father Sons 2018

Father Sons 2018