We went camping this weekend at Fremont Indian Park with some of my younger brothers and sister. I didn't know how Bracken would do away from his own bed and in the cold, but I bundled him up really well at night and he slept in his own sleeping bag right next to us. He loved the leaves, the fire, being outside, and playing with his aunt and uncles.
Showing off their mountain man muscles. (Ryan, Seth, Dallin, Brian, Bracken and Sarah) We cooked and ate tin foil dinners, played with the fire, went exploring and star gazing, played card games, told jokes and stories, and ate an insane amount of smores.
Playing the "Beehive" with Daddy.
Brian and Bracken after a semi-good nights sleep in the tent.
An abandoned mining shaft we discovered near our campsite.
We took turns exploring the mining shaft. It was pitch black, cold as a fridge, and a little freaky. You know that little piece of fear in the back of your mind that wonders if there is a bear inside or if it might collapse? But the scariest things we found were bats. You can see them on the ceiling.
Our Family: Kira, Brian and Bracken
So Bracken not only survived his first camping trip, he had a great time, and so did the rest of us. We're already planning next years trip!
