I am full of words. We just got back from an amazing and fabulous vacation in Wyoming. We flew to Boulder to pick up Foxy’s brother, sister-in-law, 6 year old nephew and 3 year old niece. All six of us drove in caravan up to the park, through the Painted Hills, Wind River Range, and Godde only knows how many other fucking amazing pictures.

We camped right on Jackson Lake in the Lizard Creek campground, which did not have enough bear lockers, but was silent by 9 pm. We hiked 4 miles up Death’s Canyon, so named because you think you might be dying for 3.95 miles, but the top is heavenly Aslan’s further-up-further-in Garden.

I saw a mama bear and two cubs. It was terrifying and exhilarating.

I fell in love with a 3 year old and a 6 year old and was miserably tired when we left, but it was the perfect family vacation. Even when we were all threadbare and worn to the bone, no one yelled at anyone. We just made it work. And it was beautiful.