All winter long Zak has been hankering to get away, climb into those mountains, and go camping. He's been doing a compressed work week, in which he works an extra hour each day, and then gets every other Friday off of work. The first Friday we used to travel to Bear Lake for General Conference weekend with family. This last weekend he got to pack all of our gear in Beefy the 4Runner so we could venture south to Massacre Rock, near Pocatello. Most campsites are still closed until summer, but we gratefully found this state park named after a skirmish between the Native Americans and Oregon Trail travelers.
We hiked to some wagon ruts from the Oregon and California Trail. It rained quite a bit, but stopped long enough for us to put up our tent and have campfires Friday night and Saturday morning. Unfortunately, our strike-anywhere-matches were cheap and fell apart quickly, so we did have to run to the store 10 miles away for a lighter. Also, I appreciated the flushing toilets at the campground, even if we did have to walk a little way to reach the closed museum toilets. There were some beautiful views around the campground, which we got to enjoy along with the bike-riding scouts and celebratory Muslims from the local university. The very friendly state park ranger informed us of some strong winds likely to come during the night, so we chose a great spot nestled by boulders/mini mountains, perfect for climbing, with foot holes already created.
I'm still adjusting to sleeping as a pregnant woman, so I didn't have as many pillows as I would have liked to stuff under my waist and between my knees, but I'm learning. I've since prepared a personal and family packing list, so hopefully we'll have what we need next time we go, but all in all Zak and I had a wonderful weekend campout. We look forward to many adventures this summer for as long as I can travel, and then it's Baby Time!
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| Zak's close friend for life. |
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| Handsome Husband! |
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| Fishing in the snake |
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| 23 weeks pregnant, my jacket barely zips. |
We hiked to some wagon ruts from the Oregon and California Trail. It rained quite a bit, but stopped long enough for us to put up our tent and have campfires Friday night and Saturday morning. Unfortunately, our strike-anywhere-matches were cheap and fell apart quickly, so we did have to run to the store 10 miles away for a lighter. Also, I appreciated the flushing toilets at the campground, even if we did have to walk a little way to reach the closed museum toilets. There were some beautiful views around the campground, which we got to enjoy along with the bike-riding scouts and celebratory Muslims from the local university. The very friendly state park ranger informed us of some strong winds likely to come during the night, so we chose a great spot nestled by boulders/mini mountains, perfect for climbing, with foot holes already created.
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