More Wyoming

Who could imagine pesky little dandelions looking so beautiful painted across field after field after field? I certainly didn't think it was possible, but here is proof that beauty can be found even amidst these weeds that we try so hard to keep out of our grass.

The men (who reverted to boys) and the younger boys launched rockets and shot guns everyday that we were there.

We went on a beautiful hike up the canyon near a small river called Swift Creek. The water moved very fast for most of it's journey down the mountain. I gave myself anxiety thinking about what would happen if our fearless Weston decided he wanted to stand in the awesome, white water. Rob and I talked about a plan if such a thing were to happen. An unspoken part of the plan was for us to keep a vice grip on his hand so he could get nowhere near the creek.

Farther up the mountain, the creek slowed down and there was a place to sit down while the kids hiked around finding the treasures in nature like deer droppings and gnarled sticks.