SHEEP FALLS 2010

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We're off for another weekend of camping!
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We passed the Tetons and were half-way to Yellowstone...
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...before we turned off the highway, followed a dirt road, and arrived at Sheep Falls. Justin and Beth took us here a few summers back, but we wanted to share it with the brother and sister.
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Here's our camp with the foil dinners already sizzling on the fire. Go team Ashmore...er...and Jolley! Team Ashmore-Jolley with a hyphen!
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Lane set out right away carving marshmallow roasting sticks. Very, very important job.
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Smores, here we come!
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Waiting for dinner to cook.
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What can I say? We're crazy. And in love.
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My new favoritestest picture of Becca.
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After it got dark, the temperature plummeted, and we stayed very close to the fire.
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Hanging by the fire.
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Roasting marshmallows and having a grand 'ol time.
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The next morning, I dragged Andrew out of his tent, bright and early, for a hike down to the falls.
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From our campsite...

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...we hiked down this pretty, little trail...

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....down, down....
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...for about 15 minutes, until...
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...we arrived at the river...

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...and Sheep Falls.

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Me on the cliff above the Falls...

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And Andrew, who was apparently, still a wittle bit tired.

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But the early morning was sure breathtaking!

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Happy wildflowers.
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. And happy Becca, who just moments before, I had watched skip to the edge of the cliff and trip. I just about passed out into the river. Luckily, she caught herself, and I didn't have to watch my sister die in front of me.

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This is what she would have fallen into.

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Being the oldest, I then felt the need to get after her for being a doofus brain and almost killing herself. Of course, she got upset with me for being over-protective and refused to move, after which, I hiked out to my own lookout cliff and pouted. Did I mention that she is a doofus brain?

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Mostly, I just love her a lot, okay?

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My beautiful view on the hike back up for breakfast.

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But as usual, we were friends again soon enough. We discovered a tree that had fallen over the path and while sitting on it, it had the springiness of a trampoline. We were pretty pleased with ourselves.

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After a delicious meal of eggs and sausage and bacon (thanks Becca!), Lane enjoyed some early morning smores, we packed up our camp, and our little troupe headed out to the Island Park Reservoir...

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We had to try out our new boat!

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