Here we are at the campground. Camping. (Whiting campground up Mapleton Canyon on Friday night.)
With the Silly Grandma, and lots of aunts, uncles, and cousins.
And one chubby baby cousin.
And two little girl cousins who are the antithesis of the chubby baby cousin.
And hot cocoa guzzling cousins.
And pyromaniac cousins.
After the sun set, the magic fire powder was thrown into the fire while thrilling stories were told.
This is the fox.
None of us had ever seen a live fox before and he came amazingly close. He seemed right at home in the campground, wandering through more than once. I think he would have liked to guzzle hot cocoa, too.
