Anyway, we had a truly spectacular short backpacking weekend. It's amazing how a few miles of hiking, some Jello cooled in a stream overnight, astronaut ice cream, and enjoying God's incredible creation can really put life, the universe, and everything in perspective. We figured that backpacking is only going to get more... interesting (read: harder) once sestra is with us, so we'd better get back into the swing of it!
Mommy and Daddy sherpaed (is that a verb? It is now) the tents, sleeping pads, and bags up, while the boys certainly carried their own by packing up their sleeping bags and clothing. Nesbitt once again reveled in getting disgustingly filthy and covering herself in burrs and is now lying nigh-comatose on our kitchen floor. This evening Ben told me that there was "something wrong with Nez - every time I touch her she makes weird noises." I did the obvious thing and advised our child to stop touching the dog who had more exercise this weekend than in the past several months combined.
A good time was had by all - here are a couple of choice shots from the weekend:
Ben discovers that he really likes freeze dried chicken and noodles
Sam masters the art of water purification
Sam's "triumphant" pose as we finished this morning's hike. He was sure a super backpacker!
Oh, and don't worry, we did save enough energy to stop at the Purple Turtle on the way down the canyon for milkshakes and fries. One does need to replenish one's fat stores after a few hours of exercise!