Elk Camp 2018

Cabin Trip, Elk Trip, Cozy Trip, Family Trip.  Damon took some time off work so he could tromp around with his Dad lightly hunting around the cabin.  They saw lots of Cow Elk, found beds, but couldn't find a Bull, unless you count an itty bitty baby spike.  Better luck next time lads! 

We had lots of fun.  Finn was enamored by the fire. Lucky for us he still isn't technically  mobile.

Stella is the official pine cone collector. Officially. Like, it's official. 

Like, don't touch them. It's her job. She's got this.

Don't worry she can handle this.  She can do them all. By herself. It's official. 

Gotta collect them all!

 

We hiked up to Initial Tree, and got Finn's letter up there.  Damon had the foresight to leave an empty space next to each child's name for a spouse.  Which is blowing my mind a little bit.  They won't ever be that big, right?  I'm not ready to be a mother in law.  I'm still trying to cope with Kindergarten.  

Initial Tree!

One of our favorite stops this trip was the Hot Springs.  We spent almost 4 hours playing in the pool. We had it all to ourselves the whole time, which is unprecedented.   

As it turns out, Finner Winner has curly hair in the hot springs.  So that was pretty precious. 

We luckily had the foresight to pack loads of snacks.  Bonus, empty squeeze pouches make the very perfect re purposed water toy.  Step aside my little ponies! We gotta DIY toys.

Spooky Sugar cookies!

Stella LOVED rolling out the dough.  I wouldn't be surprise to find her creepy like sitting in a corner, in the middle of the night, with a rolling pin. Just rocking back and forth. Because its her new favorite, and that image is so creepy. Which, tis the season.  

The girls inhaled the sprinkles just about as quickly as they could dump them. I wonder how long it will be before they are old enough to not leave a small coating of spit all over their cookies.  Licking their fingers between each teeny sprinkle placement. I wouldn't trust any cookie from us with sprinkles for another decade or so. 

Fishing time!

 

We couldn't even wrangle in the dead floating fish by the shoreline. haha oh well. 

'I do it MYSELF!'

In case you wanted teeny baby eyes to pierce your soul.  You're welcome.