Camping at Redman

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!

We always try to get campsite #13 as it is has a nice stream running along beside it.

Even when afternoon rains are part of the deal, it is still nice to be up there.

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.

No, he didn't actually get held every single minute.

Sometimes he just kicked back in a camp chair all by himself for awhile.

Bernie fished the stream and yes he did catch fish that he released.

When the sun broke through we took a few family memory shots.

 

 

Dad always seem to clown around with their kids, don't they?

 

(I should mention that the camp ground has about 50 sites and three were in use while we camped...)

 

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.

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.

 

A pink variety of Indian Paint Brush.

By the time we got to the lake the heavens had opened up.
That didn't stop Bernie from wetting a line...

 

It is awfully pretty up there...

 

 

Makes me think of photos I have seen of the coast of Maine.

Once puddles started forming I was ready to start hiking back.

 

The trail was rapidly becoming a stream bed!

 

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...

 

Happily the bird kept hopping closer to me. 

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.

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.

Soaking wet, no comb, no make up, no problem!

Hot tea and Turkey Chili never tasted so good.
The hot apple crisp for dessert was pretty darn good too.

Monday morning dawned sunny and bright.
The streamside flowers reflected beautifully in the water.

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!

Either you like them or you don't...I think they are interesting.

I still am in awe of the fact that I can go camping in a place that looks like this so close to home.

Or just go up for the day and evening for a campfire if we want!

Four Generations!

The men of our Grandson's paternal lineage.
Luke with his Dad Jeff, his Grandfather Bernie, and his Great Grandfather Harold!

Luke's Paternal lineage.
Luke held by his Father Jeff, and his mom Rachel.
Luke's paternal grandparents, Bernie and me.
Right below Luke is my Mom and Dad, below Bernie is his mom and dad, four of Luke's five living great grandparents.

Luke's outfit...the one I bought him back when the ultrasound revealed that "it" was a boy! 

Creekside dining

Creekside dining on a hot afternoon.
Can you believe it...I was out shopping at the time!

I was at a shopping area that is built right next to a natural stream bed.
Rubio's Fish Taco's patio dining backs up to the stream.

Sometimes there are even fish swimming along.
This day...kids were wading and playing in the water.

I enjoyed watching them just as much as I enjoyed my fish tacos!

The stream was on my right and Old Navy was on my left as I munched my lunch.
This is my idea of how to combine shopping, dining and outdoor life all in one outing.

Bet you can't guess what these things are.
Hint:  The stream runs through an area called Sugar House.
OK...I'll tell you.
These are huge sculptures of sugar beets found all through out the Sugar House area of SLC.
Way back in the late 1800's there was a huge endeavor to make sugar from beets as an industry in this area.
It went OK, but not so well as to make it a sustainable industry.
In honor of the "roots" of the Sugar House area, sugar beet sculptures were commissioned and place in public areas.
The Sugar House library sports a beet or two...and they just randomly show up as one explores the area.
Which begs the question:

But is it art?

Me...I think the stream is much prettier than the beets.
To me, a sparkling stream is always more enjoyable to look at than beets!