Chiricahua

We went on a camping trip to Chiricahua, a neat little place about 2 hours east of us. 4 families went, and we were the only ones without a kid under 1 year old and I felt kind of left out. Elliot is growing up too fast!

An aesthetically pleasing cliff by the campsite

The kiddos loved the bridge near the campsite

Hey. You. With the camera. 

Aaron was a simultaneously hilarious and terrifying and Troll

Love my little blondie!

 I think this was the first time I have every gone camping in Southern Arizona without having someone nearby blasting mariachi music. We cooked up some pulled pork sandwiches and blueberry peach cobbler, then played a rigorous round of Bonanza where everyone was nice to Lakin because she was loosing, then she came back to beat us all. Oh the irony.

Rays of sunlight in the morning

It got down to the 50's at night. Not freezing, but enough to get all of us desert folk all bundled up. 

We brought Elliot's chair for a change. He wanted to hang out there most of the time, even when he wasn't eating.

Getting in some puppy bonding time with the Wiscomb's dog

Busily stuffing the cup holder with assorted gravel and acorns

  After a hearty breakfast, we set out to hike Echo canyon, a trail rife with neon lichen and seemingly precarious boulder towers.

It was kind of like a differently colored Bryce Canyon

They both started kissing rocks during a water break. 

Looking straight up at this boulder ready to crush us in the grotto

Elliot was pretty good for the first mile, but then it got close to his nap time and we had to carry him crying most of the way back. Maybe one day we'll do the whole loop. 

The hikers (minus the Wiscombs who had to bail on the hike due to car troubles, and Lakin taking the picture)

Thanks for a fun trip, guys!