labor day weekend

I'm starting to notice a trend in how I document big weekends/holidays/important celebrations... and I have to say I don't like it. This past weekend we headed up to see Gramma and Grampa M. We went out camping to their property and we had so much fun, but I failed to take many pictures. I tend to take several pictures for about an hour... then I load up my camera and forget about it the rest of the weekend/trip/holiday/celebration. So, as a result I only captured a few shots this past weekend, but there were many that I wish I had taken.
Like it would have been nice to have one of us on our first night roasting hot-dogs and getting our official tour of the shabin (half shed, half cabin).
Or, one of my hair the next morning... it was a sore sight for eyes (yes, you read that correctly).
One of me and Mom trying to crack open pine-cones to get the pine-nuts and realizing why it is that pine-nuts are so darn expensive.
One of Dad taking a swig of expired milk and trying to get me to taste some just to make sure it was sour.
And, one of playing horseshoes would have been nice too.
Oh, and had I thought about it and not been ashamed to take such a picture, I would have taken one of Bridger's burns that he sustained when his big brother tried to share his hot-dog roasting stick with him (Bridger let go pretty quick but the damage was done... second degree burns to his hand and a couple to his ear and back of his head... Bridger fell asleep a few minutes later and hasn't acted like the burns have bothered him since).
But alas, none of these pictures exist.
It was a fabulous weekend though, even without the beloved pictures to prove it.
We ate good food, talked, ate yummy food, shared stories, ate more food, stargazed, ate a little more, went on hikes, and enjoyed just sitting around doing a whole lot of nothing.
One of the few photos I did happen to take was this one. This rock is the highest point on the property and it's covered in all sorts of cool colored lichen... the orange is the same color as Porter's hair. He liked it. And so did I.

Thanks Momma and Daddy for the wonderful weekend... can't wait to do it again soon. And maybe next time I'll remember to keep my camera out a little while longer.