Thanksgiving is typically celebrated at a grandma's home, in nice clothing, around a fancy dinner table with your family. We got the family part right. However, this year we joined Yaya and the Babe, the Botts and the Rosenbaums in their newish tradition - Thanksgiving camping down south!
Who needs a fancy dinner when you can play in the dirt, climb rocks . . .
. . . and light stuff on fire with a magnifying glass!
I think the kids wore the same clothes for all three days we were there. Now that's a party!
We ate, and sat, and ate, and sat, and laughed. Who knew you could cook a delicious turkey in a tiny trailer oven?
When things got a bit dull, we shot some guns. With plenty of adult supervision, if you count Uncle Cole, Grandpa Babe, Uncle Andrew and Kolby as adults.
No camping trip Thanksgiving would be complete without a red-neck scavenger hunt!
The hunt took them all over the hills to find clues. In the end, they had to climb to the top of a giant rock to spot the loot. Kolby, my perpetual child, had to make it to the prizes first.
Would you believe the dollar store didn't have any Thanksgiving gift bags? So we opted for Christmas!
The bags were filled with everything a kid needs to enjoy a white-trash holiday. Tattoo sleeves, beards, and weapons to protect the compound.
They wore the helmets for the rest of the trip. I think they even offered a bit of protection from the low-hanging rocks in the canyons.
Plus, they looked pretty tough.
Before we left, we explored this beautiful canyon.
We are sure thankful for this crew!
1 comment:
wow so pretty in there. Those beards though!
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