Camping at Redman...a campground thirty minutes from our house and considerably higher up in the mountains.
When the weather is too warm at home, camping where the temps are twenty degrees cooler is just great!
Jeff's family got the site on Thursday night and stayed through Saturday day.
We came up Friday night, went home, came back on Saturday afternoon, when we pitched our tent.
We then stayed through Monday morning.
Luke...camping for the first time at age 3 months.
Monk's Hood was blooming all over the grounds.
Can you see the "hood" and the praying hands inside robe sleeves?
Don't you just love flower names that describe other things and make you think?
Like Crane's Bill and Snapdragons...
We enjoyed the wildlife...and I rued the fact that I rarely had my telephoto lens on my camera when the wild life was most colorful and active.
This just in...squirrels are not locovores.
They will eat papaya which clearly is not grown anywhere in the mountains of Utah.
We really didn't do much while we camped.
Bernie read "Killing Lincoln", I had a new cell phone and was trying to figure out all the functions and loading aps.
But I did manage to get a little photo time in between rain showers.
Bernie read "Killing Lincoln", I had a new cell phone and was trying to figure out all the functions and loading aps.
But I did manage to get a little photo time in between rain showers.
Kind of interesting how on one side of the natural dam the water was frothy/scummy and on the other side it was crystal clear.
On Sunday Bernie and I decided to hike up to St. Mary's Lake, which is about two miles round trip and about 7,000 ft climb.
Or something like that.
As we were walking along a trail a fox came trotting along.
He left the trail and cut the switchback, blowing past us like he was totally used to seeing humans hikers.
By the time we got to the lake the heavens had opened up.
That didn't stop Bernie from wetting a line...
Hiking with a telephoto lens on the camera body is just to heavy around my neck.
I did carry the telephoto lens with me, but was reluctant to switch to it in the rain.
So bear with me for the blurry bird photo...
I am guessing it was a baby due to the short wing feathers and the fluffy back.
Bernie thought it was a Pine Gross Beak.
I think it was an immature male Pine Gross Beak from what I could see once I looked it up later.
Pretty little guy...
The clouds kept training by over the mountain tops.
After the hike I was soaked...and hungry.
After the hike I was soaked...and hungry.
I didn't need to ask twice...lunch at the Silver Fork Lodge?
Absolutely...and it is only five minutes from our camp site.
We didn't even bother to go back to the camp site; we just rolled in "as is" fresh off the trail.
These flowers were in "bloom"..that is, they brown nubs pop open to a speck of orange and that is that.
I now call them "Goth Flowers" due to their lack of petals.
Some of them do have a faint chocolate scent!
I still am in awe of the fact that I can go camping in a place that looks like this so close to home.