Easting Out Stimulus Style

An anual trip to the mountains and the closest thing the Rex's get to camping out, proved to be a fun night. Fun and warm.

The weather man warned us of an incoming cold storm. So, the mountain trip was abruptly moved up 5 days. We had a full night, but I managed to have the car packed with food and wood, and we zipped up the canyons. We barely had enough daylight to get the campfire going and the hotdogs on the roasting sticks.
Diet or not, roasted marshmellows are my weekness and I'm passing on the tradition.
We learned a new trick for s'mores. Put your mellow between two chocolate striped shortbread cookies and you save yourself a couple of steps.
We talked grandma into coming with us. She is such a help to have around and the kids really do like her better than me.
Here is our corner table with a view. The only person we had to tip was the wild bunny that kept hopping into our camp site.
They order a hotdog where ever we take them.
As much as he hates every second of this, he was a great sport and kept up a smile.
Easton tried out some new found scouting tricks and kept putting pine needles into the fire to see what they'd do.
Cheetos and hotdogs. A child's dream meal.
This was right when we arrived. Halle came home for shades dirtier than this. I love my little dirt magnet.