
Four days in Flaming Gorge.  (Thomas's secret spot)
We've decided this is the only way to go.  Sunny and 65 degrees, cool enough at night to need a fire, no bugs....
There is the small matter of going on the opening weekend of the deer hunt.  The littlest Ras spent a LOT of time in Orange.  He was a pretty good sport about the vest, but the hat hit the dirt quite a bit with an adamant "All done!"
Jen got to try her hand at dirtbikes.  And managed not to kill herself (she only killed the engine once, and that was on a difficult-turn-around maneuver.)  Chris and Walker followed in the Rhino, lest she hit a tree.
(and for the littlest Ras on the way....well, sorry I've turned you in to an adrenaline junkie so early)
I think this may be our last camping trip of the season...but we've ended on a great note.
Oh...and Jen made some killer chili - - and Chris spent the weekend trying to kill her with the fumes!  There will be no more chili cookouts near open flames!!!