and our summer begins

with a trip with my parents to Uinta Mountains over Memorial weekend. One of the many camping trips of the summer (I hope). Campfires, roasting giant marshmallows around the blazing fire, snowy four-wheeler rides that made all of us cold to the bone (Briggs included…he was nestled in Gordon’s coat each ride we went on. He loves four-wheeler rides, but he could have done without the snow), delicious camping food that could only be provided by my dear mom, movies in their luxurious trailer, and lots of laughs provided by non other than the combo of my husband and nephew. Oh the family memories we make up there. Priceless.