I’ve been fortunate in life to have four cousins my same age. Growing up, we got into all sorts of mischief and giggle fits and every time we saw one another we begged and begged our parents to let us have sleepovers. There was a large family camping trip every single summer. Those are among my favorite memories. My cousins and I have sung loudly near the cliffs of the Grand Canyon, ate delicious Huckleberry Ice Cream at Glacier National Park, piled rocks at Mesa Verde, and made fun of some random girl’s thong in front of Mount Rushmore.
Because I really suck at keeping my blog posts up-to-date, this is from October. Well, you get to see reminders of the beautiful fall we had! The weekend before our birthdays (mine October 9, Colton’s October 8) we took a drive up the mountains. We were watching Autumn for a few days so we brought her along with us.
King’s Peak has been on my bucket list for a while. We’ve been trying to do it for a couple years, so this year we finally just said, “Let’s put it on the calendar and make it happen!” Little did I know what I’d signed up for.
Last weekend we went on a trip to the Tetons. Basically all we knew was that we were hoping to get a backcountry camping permit, and hopefully we could get canoes to take us there. So we loaded five people’s worth of gear (me, Colton, Bree, Ben, and our new friend Marcus) into my dad’s Land Cruiser and left on Thursday evening. We left fairly late in the day, so half of our drive was in the dark.
I’ve mentioned the Elephant Rock trail before, but Colton and I were looking for a new trail nearby. After some googling, we found a trail directly across from Elephant Rock that was rarely used and seemed like it would be a good workout. We’d never even heard of it before, so we were excited to search for the miner’s cabin toward the top of the trail. We took my parents’ dog, Autumn, as well as Colton’s sister and brother-in-law Bree and Ben, along with us.