We went on yet another lovely camping trip with the Hays. The challenge this time was that most of the state of Arizona was on fire. It was tricky finding a campsite that wasn't closed due to forest fires! Robb eventually discovered the White Mountains. It was super remote, about 5 hours away from us. It might have been the quietest campsite we have been to in Arizona. You have to drive through a huge mine with a tiny town to get to it.
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| How is that comfortable? |
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| Claire got motion sick on the switch backs up the mountains and was EXTREMELY happy to be out of the car. She happily got straight to business eating dirt and sticks. |
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| It is nice having friends with nice cameras |
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| They were making "salad." |
It got down to the 50's that night, so we bundled up our Arizona boy in some fluffy zip up pajamas. He fussed for about 20 minutes when we put him to bed in the pack and play in the tent, then went quiet. We had a lovely evening playing Splendor and admiring some exceptionally great views of the stars. It was a new moon, cloudless sky, high elevation, and far away from any cities- recipe for success!
When we turned in for the night, we discovered that Elliot had stripped off his pajamas, thrown them out of his pack and play, and fallen asleep in just his diaper on top of all his blankets. He was freezing cold and sound asleep. We piled some blankets on him and snoozed until he woke up crying sometime in the middle of the night. I got him back into his pjs, and he fell asleep. When he woke up in the morning, the first thing he did upon becoming coherent was strip off the pjs that he realized he was wearing again. This is why we usually let him sleep in his clothes!
The next day we set out to find a hike to this cool sounding burnt out cabin that was the site of some dramatic post-bank robbery hideout a century or so ago. Unfortunately, the dirt road was much rougher than anticipated, and our car didn't have enough clearance to handle it. We decided to turn back after some terrifying clunks from driving over rocks and big old pot holes.
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| The men deliberating our options. |
We went back to a trail head closer to the campsite with the plan to walk down it until the kids got tired, then come back for a picnic.
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| Elliot made it about 20 feet from the car, then demanded being carried the rest of the way. Not the best hiking day. |
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| I think the dirt really brings out his eyes |
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| So dirty and so happy |
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| Alice with the perfect Hitler dirtstache |
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| The crew minus our photographer |
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