Rob was intent on going...good weather or not. The last several weekends, the weather had deterred his efforts to embark on a camping adventure. We decided to go to "the Swell" even though the forecast that morning called for rain mixed with snow across the entire state. It was raining by the time we made it to Spanish Fork, at Soldier Summit it was snowing. Floyd was having a great old time in the back seat, reading books and dancing to mom and dad's music. He held it together for 4 hours while mom and dad "calmly" looked for a campsite in Buckhorn Wash despite the fact that every Billybob Joe, their family and all there ATV's had staked out every conceivable spot.
We let Floyd out for a breather while we checked out the our options. We set out towards BLM land. We finally found a spot overlooking the wash, far away from the ATV traffic. As we pulled into the spot it started to snow. Rob set up camp, Porter escaped the truck, and FLoyd and I waited in the truck.
Despite all the mud, and the dog being soaking wet. The tent was toasty warm. We played a few games of Yahtzee then, when the rain stopped we went out side to throw some rocks and play in the dirt.
This was our view. 
Obligatory self-timer family photo.
Floyd loving the tent. Hogging the bed, and sleeping better that both Rob and I. The furnace kept us warm all night long. We had a super breakfast of bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns.
Then we packed up and headed out to explore the "Little Grand Canyon."
I dropped Floydee off at the big kids class yesterday, and had to run out of the building before I started crying. It was nearly as bad as his first day of school, but it was pretty tough. He is growing up so fast. Mind you, he was excited for the new toys and ambulatory-babbling kiddies to play with. And uh, in other news....
