Albion Basin Camping

It's late July - must be time to head up to Albion Basin!

Yes, we know we post the same photos basically every year (proof: 2010, 2011, 2012, 2014) and, no, it never ever gets old. The mountains. The wildflowers and wildlife. The cool evening breezes at 9,000 feet. The feeling of snuggling in a down sleeping bag after drinks around the fire with our favorite people. Nope, it never gets old.

Campin'

Eatin'

Eatin' more

Climbin'

Wildlife viewin'

WanYing was especially excited to spot these little guys, even if they are pesky varmints.

And, yes, the boys really were all there there. I guess they just aren't as much fun to photograph (or aren't such willing subjects) as the girls.

Our Albion adventure was marred by only one mishap, discovered after we returned home. My darling husband had closed all of the bedrooms ensure the cat didn't carry any dead/semi dead/not dead at all wildlife into our bedrooms while we were away.

Well, despite "checking" for the cat (I'm convinced this exclusively included calling for the cat, who, you'll be surprised to know, does not come when called. Because no cat comes when called.) we opened our bedroom door to a war zone upon returning home. Our wily cat climbed the curtains, punched/clawed through the screen in our bedroom window, and jumped 1 1/2 stories to freedom from his bedroom incarceration. Needless to say, all of our bedding required laundering.

And, of course, my love maintains this is all the cat's fault. That darn cat.