After we got home, I realized we had no pictures of the actual hunters! Curt, Kevin, Krysta, Erin and Grandpa got up in the wee early hours to comb the hills. Camille, Rachel, and I stayed in our warm cozy sleeping bags until the sun came up and then had this marvelous breakfast. We made the hunters the same breakfast when they returned several hours later. Wait, I've never taken pictures of my food before! Other family members' blogs (you know who you are!) are rubbing off on me!
We enjoyed our campsite--running water, flush toilets, paved road--we are going soft! Just down the road was the Fremont Indian Musuem with a fun kids area and several hikes to see rock art.
Curt and crew saw only a few small deer and one nice bull elk, but proof that the area was once full of animals was on the rock walls.
It was a short camp, but fun.
Ever since we saw a barfing pumpkin we've had to carve one. Yes, it's juvenile, but we do have a house full of juveniles!
Kevin saw the pirate pumpkin in the newspaper. He drew his own and carved it out. I'm impressed that those little pieces stayed in and the mouth stayed intact.
Speaking of Kevin, he turned 16. He is holding his birthday present--a ski pass to Solitude. He says he won't date until he can drive which will be sometime in the next year...or two...or three. He may get in one or two dates before his mission. He seriously can't get his license until March, so that is a good thing.
