Marsha and I spent Thanksgiving camping at the Guadalupe with my son Robert and his family. It was an adventure... out tent had twisted into a weird configuration that was beyond our ability to sort out, though grandson Colton (who has the mind of an engineer) was helpful, as was a ranger who agreed to stop by when he overheard Marsha at the park hq ("Where can I buy a tent??") It was on of those one-piece tents, though we could remove the skeleton from the fabric to straighten it out... we had many false starts before I realized we had the frame upside down. (Argh.) It took three hourse, but we finally set it up, learning important tent theory in the process. (The poles are almost always going to bend to tighten up the fabric, but I kept thinking they'd be straight). Photo at the top: grandson Colton with son Robert (far left) and Marsha. The other photo: Colton and Carson roasting marshamallows, a bit of relaxation at the end of the day.
The next day, Thanksgiving, we were swarmed by benign but persistent bees. They kept us from snacking (a Good Thing), but they nearly drove us crazy. They delayed our dinner til dusk, which is when they decided to call it a day. The ranger said the bees were dense all over the park.
I posted a few photos at Flickr.
Mountain-Watching in Thin Air
I posted some of the photos from last week's Colorado trip in a gallery, for those who dig mountains, snow, and, uh, food. We look so normal... No captions yet, but the photos were shot in and around Boulder, Estes Park, and Rocky Mountain National Park.