WEEKEND AT THE RANCH

'Bout time!

For the past 6 years we have known each other Clayton has continuously talked to me about "the ranch."

1) "Ranch" water

2) diggin' fence posts at "the ranch"

3) all the times he spooked himself out when sleeping at "the ranch" with his cousins.


4) etc, etc, etc.


Every year when summer came around he would say "we should go camping at the ranch."


So how many times has he taken me to this little piece of heaven on earth (earth=Weston canyon)?


ONCE


well now...TWICE.


He finally found the walk to match his talk. Bless his heart.


Naturally we picked a weekend when it was raining. That's how we roll.

Once a year or once every two years, Clayton gets his favorite treat...hot dogs. As for myself...it is no secret that I'm not a huge fan of the dogs unless they are blackened to the blackest black over a campfire. Notice in the picture below how Clayton has four dogs to my one. Guess he was making up for lost time.
Time it takes Clayton to roast a marshmallow: 5 hours, 48 minutes and 25 seconds
Time it takes Heidi to roast a marshmallow (to perfection I might add): 2 seconds.
Burn baby burn. There is no other way to roast.
Am I a pyro? Maybe.
Am I impatient? Definitely

As we sat in our camp chairs staring into the fire we heard coyotes in the distance. Awesome, yet creepy at the same time. I wasn't scared until Clayton got silent and started starring out into the distance. I asked him what he was looking at and...silence. Asked him again and...silence. To me the silence = coyotes close by. To him silence=answer in his head and forget to answer out loud (don't be alarmed this is a normal habit of his). I started starring in the direction he was looking and saw a dark spot. My eyes started playing tricks on my mind and made it seem as if the dark spot were moving. Obviously we are safe and sound because I am here typing this today. The next morning upon investigating the "dark spot" we found it to be a big sagebrush. Nice. Sorry that wasn't the ending you were looking for/expecting.

After our detective work was done we went mountain biking.
As you can see Clayton had a combination of mud, cow poop and rubber for breakfast. Breakfast of champions I say!

When we got done, Clayton's helmet left a pretty impressive present. Pretty sure he should keep that style going...

After a few hours of intensive, physical work we realized how stupid we were for breaking a sweat because there was a 4 wheeler at our disposal. Much easier way to see the wilderness with much less effort.

Love, Love, Love camping. We had such a great time. Thanks to Clayton for taking me to see more of "the Ranch" and thanks for protecting me from the coyotes.