Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Camping at Tinney's Flat

We went camping up Santaquin Canyon on Father's Day weekend. We brought our 5th wheel trailer so that I wouldn't be scared of any wandering bears in the area. Rob keeps reminding me that we have a trailer because I refuse to camp in a tent. I must admit, He is right....but only this once. Okay, okay, he is right A LOT! I love Santaquin Canyon. It holds wonderful memories of when Rob and I were dating. Rob proposed to me on the bridge at upper trumbolt for the first time...but not the last. Thanks for your patience, Rob!

Bastian sticking to a tree with his marshmallow hands and face.

Abby and Shelby in a trance.


Weston is not pictured but got his marshmallow roasting privileges revoked for wielding the poker too close to human flesh.

Grandpa and Bastian

Rachel and Rob...is that an angel or a devil on his shoulder?

Grandma with Bastian and Penny

Mom and Abby

Hayden and Dad
Hayden set up his very own shooting range. He got his bb gun for his birthday. He has become a great shot in a very short period of time.

Abby and Weston
Grandpa was a professional tin foil dinner chef. He would have us quiet down so he could hear if the ingredients inside were sizzling. He knew right when they were done because they tasted delicious.

Uncle Joe and Abby

Aunt Tricia and Dad

Uncle Nate and Aunt Jessica
Aunt Kathryn and Grandma LeBaron

2 comments:

Rindee said...

How do you possibly look just as darling as ever when you are CAMPING??

Rachel L said...

These pics were taken on the first day. I tried not to look like Bastian and Weston with marshmallow and dirt smeared on my face. Though it looked pretty cute on them.