Camping means dirt in Mt. Lemmon. It gets even dirtier when you choose to go off on your own and make your own campsite on the back of Mt. Bigalow. We had a fun time and enjoyed the cooler air and peacefulness, well as peaceful as you can get with 7 kids under the age of 9?! Foster's face was permanently like this, even after he was cleaned up it only took him 30 sec to get something on his face (and I timed it!).
Abigail's artist came out in her when we were there. Here is her thoughtful pose.
This is Ryan after having to lug all the equipment down the steep hill, set everything up, make the meals, and take the kids hiking. A daddy job is never done when it comes to camping.
Lilly found her favorite walking stick and didn't mind the bugs.
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