Oquirrh Mountain Camping

A foreword: I went camping with my brothers: Tim, Scott, Eric and Ryan. I expected Eric's wife, Whitney, to come but inspite of all my pleadings, she didn't. Only when I arrived at the cabin did I suddenly empathize with Whitney's disdain for camping. We found the cabin floor covered thick in Box Elder Bugs. Sweeping was a never-ending job. I brought a tent and was half-tempted to set it up inside the cabin to escape the pestilence. Since I've been home, I've found three of these little guys in my car, aimlessly crawling around. Ewwww.

And now, the picture story of our little weekend adventure.

Mom took this picture. Of course, I am thrilled to be taking my Ru on muddy, dirt roads again with gear tied on top. This is what I imagined when I bought it. Indeed, the Blue Ox is fulfilling the measure of her... purchase.

Ever dutiful in supplying grub, Tim prepared a hearty stew with biscuits that was followed by a very delicious peach cobbler (and regrettably, an army of barking spiders during card games later that night... guys are gross).Setting up camp, Scott split wood. (He was careful not to repeat Fred Wooley's "knock-out" mistake from our first camping adventure together. Hahahaha! I still laugh picturing that flying board knock Fred to the ground. This was on Scott and Christina's second date when I still thought Scott was weird-he wore a purple, leather jacket with an 8-ball on the back!?)

Nice sweater, Eric, but terrible beanie.

Ryan fried bacon on the stove for breakfast. Of course, breakfast didn't come until later in the morning. As soon as the boys crawled out of their sleeping bags, they were outside trying Tim's newly purchased 357 hand gun. Eventually, I did go out and shoot a few rounds myself.

Sausage, hash browns, bacon, pancakes... uhhhh, so much food.

Clint, Eric's father-in-law, brought up a four-wheeler for us to play around on.

This was the view from the back of the four-wheeler. Ryan was driving.

We stopped for a photo shoot.

The remainder of the day was spent shooting clay birds with my dad's 30-year-old shotgun. How nostalgic! My shoulder was quite sore the next day from the kick of the shotgun. I always forget about that part.

Ryan

Eric

Tim

Scott

Me

We couldn't have asked for better weather. It was a beautiful weekend. We returned home taking a route that went along the west-side of Utah Lake. I have never driven it before and couldn't believe what I had been missing out on! I can't wait for my next outdoors adventure. I love Utah!