We drove and drove and drove some more. I am pretty sure our bottoms had become molded into our car seats, but finally we made it to Idaho and then on to Little Red Fish lake. This area of Idaho is beautiful and wild. It holds a special place in the hearts of Ben's family and now our kids have glorious memories of this magical place. Don't you just love traditions? I do!
The morning of leaving on our camping trip I visited the doctor and we discovered that a nasty stomach ulcer was the reason why I had felt so gross. Luckily, I was drugged up on medicine and by day two of camping was feeling a lot more normal; what a blessing!
In the morning Jack and I went to check out the light on the lake as the sun was rising. It was breathtaking and marvelous. I feel so thankful for the gift of sight, to be able to behold such beauties made by our Creator.
Little red fish lake
We warmed up by the fire each morning (except for the morning when the heaven spilled water all over us) I love lazy camping mornings just sitting around the fire and enjoying good company while the smells of the wild rule our senses.
One of my favorite parts of little Red Fish lake was watching the kids at the lake. The lake was like a ginormous paddling pool; for about 50 feet out the water was just waist deep for the boys. They searched for Minos and trout. The rowed the rafts. They dug with sticks. They smiled and soaked up the sun. They imagined and it was lovely.
Nature is amazing
As some point during swinging in the hammock it may have fallen to the ground, perhaps more than once...yes, several times; it was amusing each time it happened accompanied by belly laughing.
We also had fun at Alturas lake and visited big red fish lake.
Wearing goggles awkwardly
Ben unsuccessfully flipped his pack raft; it was hilarious!
in front of big fish lake