One of Grandma Susie's cousins helped design this fun Lake Powell float.
As for myself, I thought the motorcycle choreography was pretty amazing.
The pavement was blistering hot, but a kind family nearby let us borrow a blanket to sit on.
This summertime Santa sure knows how to travel!
Talia looks so grown-up and mature.
Oh wait, ix-nay on that mature part. What a terrifying pic! Notice the gaping whole where her tooth just came out.
Onto more serene surroundings, we went hiking at the top of Big Cottonwood Canyon near Camp Cloud Rim following the parade. It's beautiful up there, although the trail was laced with a tinge of remorse for not making it to camp this year. We'll try again next year, right Brooklyn?
Here's Grandma Susie with Eli.
Before long, we'd made it to Bloods Lake, which fortunately is absolutely nothing like its name.
Eli says "Brrr! That water's chilly."
Skies change quickly in the mountains, so we didn't hang out for long once it seemed like a storm might roll in. Here we are on our way back home.
Oops! Eli may have fallen on his nalgas. (Someday he will hate me for posting this, and rightfully so.)
Thanks, Grandma Susie, for sharing such a lovely hike with us.
Glad to be close enough to do it again soon!