Camping...

...well not really. We rented a cabin in the woods of Platte River State Park last weekend. There was A/C, showers, a refrigerator, etc. Not exactly roughing it...more like sleeping at a different place where there are no street lights. But fun none-the-less. We met the Epley clan there and we all had a couple days of taking in the outdoors. It was a blast. There was good food; every meal was cooked over the campfire. There was swimming, hiking, paddle boats, we climbed the observation towers (you may need to click on the photo below for a larger image to see D)...

...and crutches. Yes, crutches. Uncle Justin was the more severely injured camper with a cast on his leg as his Achilles tendon heals. Pops was the other gimp having brought his crutches, but not using them really at all. I damaged my foot/ankle, yes you guessed it, riding (crashing) the dirtbike. I went to the emergency room the night it happened for X-rays, and luckily it was only sprained. I couldn't walk for about four days, and the first day of the camping trip was the first day that I could walk (hobble) again.

Anyway, we all met up there on Friday, took Saturday by the horns and made the most of Sunday morning before the Epleys broke camp. We stayed the rest of the day Sunday and did some more swimming (Emma really did have fun)...

...had some great, very cheap, soft-serve....

....napped...
...built the last fire for cooking, had some more s'mores...

...and abandoned the bivouac the next morning. Look for some video in the coming days.

Emma's six-month photos were today. Here's a couple...

And of course, D had to get in on the action...