Camping on the Metolius

Camping?  Seriously?

When Jeff suggested we go camping I was thinking to myself "are you crazy?"  We had just gotten back home from being gone for 3 weeks.  I had just finished doing the laundry and was enjoying my own bed.  But, alas, the boys were excited so I put on my somewhat happy face and got BACK out the duffle bag and away we went WITHOUT reservations anywhere (and if you know me that really stresses me out).  Turns out it was a great time and everyone had fun.  I always say that I enjoy camping - except for the dirt.  I guess after years of camping with boys I should realize the dirt is what makes it fun.  We camped on the Metolius River and it was a beautiful spot and there were plenty of them available (phew). 





 Bryce on the trail.  He had his swimming stuff on because we came right from a swimming birthday party. 

 What is this?!?  A picture of me and my kids?  Weird. Cayden decided to stick out his tongue last minute.  Isn't he funny?

 Bryce on a BIG tree.  It was 525 years old.  No one counted the rings in our group but someone must have because there was a nice sign.

 Bryce took this picture.  Again, Cayden is goofing.

 The next day we took off on a geocache.  It was a beautiful trail on the river.  Bryce and I didn't keep pace with Jeff and Cayden but eventually we met back up with them.

 Cayden and Bryce at the geocache hiding spot.

Cayden wanted to climb every fallen tree in the river on the way back.  This one was striking because of the wildflowers (or maybe weeds) growing out of the end.