It's funny, because all of my pictures always involve being outside and 95% of the time we're hiking.
While in SLC, we made a mad dash for the hills above U of U with Chris and Kris and their littles. We visited the "living room", where barcaloungers are replaced with chaises made of stone. Actually quite comfy. Maggie the sheepdog came too. And what hike is complete without a squirt of water from Uncle Boyd?
And then we rushed home and two of our nephews came to visit us in Dixie. They both really wanted to climb Angel's Landing. Two attempts were made this week and both times the hike was closed so one day they settled for Hidden Canyon.
And one night Beau and Bridger Koolaid dyed their hair.
While Lola watched from her kennel.
And we made our way out of the park with another plan in mind for an adventure.
On our drive over the mountains to Kanarraville, Boyd saved a sheep.
Collin watched a Golden Eagle devouring her lunch of cottontail rabbit.
And then we finally accomplished the mission we set out for....hiking Kanarraville Creek.
And then we all went into mourning when the boys went home right afterwards. Bridger is missing her besties.
And peppered throughout the week, I hiked a few days with Desert Cliffs. My Solomon shoes and I go everywhere together.
I'm grateful for every opportunity I have to do the things I love so much. Road tripping, family, friends on the trail...all make for a perfect week.