So we decided to go roast marshmallows out at the sand dunes on Saturday. We took off in the Scout and the Tahoe. We took the slow way, up a rock crawling trail called the West Rim. Mikayla was really good, as long as the Tahoe was moving. When we stopped, she wasn't interested in staying in her carseat. It was super windy and we tried to find a place that was protected to build a fire. We sort of found one but it was still windy. Here's Merril, goofing around in the Scout.
Mikayla was wrapped up and carried around by the kids.
Juliet played in the sand.

Jack played with his friend James, not pictured.

We stayed until the moon came up.

And even though it was windy, we had fun! (Juliet is so blurry in this one.)

We had fun until it was time to go. We took the sand dunes home and I had sooooo much air in the tires that it made it difficult to get the Tahoe to climb sandy hills. I got stuck at one point and we let some air out. Tried again to get out and still couldn't manage it. We tried to tow the Tahoe out with the Scout and that didn't work either. After about a half hour of attempts, I tossed Merril a tire gauge and said, "Can you check the tires, they seem like they've still got way too much air." He checked them and said, "We still have 45 lbs! I thought we were way lower than that!" So we let out more air until there was 15-20 lbs of air in the tires and drove right out. I feel bad for our friends in the open air Jeep because it was windy, cold and 11:15 p.m. by then. We were all ready to be home in bed.
Is it weird that I still thought it was a good time?