Last week the cows just got to be too much for my honey. That happens sometimes, and mostly he just gets irritated and goes and pounds out a few post holes. But this time he really wanted to get away from all of those girls, so we went on a camping trip.
City of Rocks is located in Southern Idaho, pretty close to the Utah and Nevada borders. I was looking online for some places to stay so I could avoid having to camp in a tent, when I found the coolest tent ever.We stayed in a yurt. The word yurt is unappealing, but the actual yurt was super sweet. It has wood floors, bunk beds, a table, and a wood burning stove all inside. It was so cozy, and pretty nice to be in when a rain storm hits.
D.W. seems to have some spidey-blood in him. He crawled and climbed and scrambled all over the rock formations. This was a big step for this kid who is usually so cautious.
During our exploring Rylee found a pioneer house that had her birthday carved in stone, albeit 96 years earlier.
This date was even more coincidental; a wagon train went through the area exactly 163 years ago to the day. Two guys climbed on their wagon and wrote their names in wagon wheel grease, and it has somehow withstood the elements that long.
A little bench to get out of the rain.
Seth had the boys on the four-wheeler, which is the reason for the ghost-rider helmet. It's a good thing he kept it on, since he grows about 2 inches every month Sweetness isn't really aware of how tall he is, and the helmet saved him from some head bumps.
While following the amigos around making sure they didn't fall to their deaths, I found a little nook.
There was no fighting, only a little crying, and lots and lots of excitedness. Most of that might have came from me, because lizards and snakes and arches and yurts and cliff climbers are all pretty exciting. Hopefully we'll make it back someday.