The wildfire was still raging, but it was Father's Day weekend. So, when my friend Lisa suggested we take our families backpack camping in the mountains to celebrate, it sounded perfect for our outdoorsy husbands. One night in the mountains at about 10,000 feet. Except, we have dogs. Pampered dogs who have never been camping before. Clyde barks at everything and Bonnie is scared of everything. To bring them? Or not to bring them? Of course, we did.
|An extremely rare non-pissing photo|
|River's hammock set up|
When camp was set up, it was time to relax before the sun went down.
|Yin and yang|
|Mmmmm...meatloaf with mashed potatoes and gravy.|
The Stokes brought dessert. Just add water for a natural high. Ok, we live in Colorado. Did these come from the medicinal store? Is there a special brownie?
While I do believe that these were void of hallucinogenics, the dehydrated food did have other special properties. Flatulagenic ones.
|Was I leaning in for the photo or was I farting?|
|Not on the face, I know where that tongue has been|
Despite all this, Bonnie and Clyde were extremely happy. They loved being outside and camping.
|Colorado style blunt rolling|
I tried to give Craig a special gift for Father's Day. No, not a brownie. But, dismantling it and packing it while he and Kris took a morning hike with the boys. So, I didn't roll it tight enough. I'm not your typical Coloradan.
Oh well, I tried.
Addendum: When we got home Bonnie was so exhausted she laid in the car too exhausted to get out. Bonnie still is working the chocolate croissants out of her system and crapped all over the slate floor. I cleaned it up prior to writing this post. Getting diarrhea off a slate floor sucks. Don't get a slate floor with dogs or children or vomitous cats. Bonnie has also resumed barking at Craig. But, for one exhausted day, she was Daddy's girl.