I smelled like a smoker

Saturday night Aaron and I went up Provo Canyon to go camping--minus the tent and sleeping. We camped until about midnight and then went home to our bed and shower. I honestly think that's the way to go. You get the campfire, hobo dinners, and s'mores without waking up fifty times in the middle of the night and being scared to go to the bathroom even though you really have to, because who knows what could be outside?

--I'm sorry there are no pictures. There are people who never go anywhere without their camera, I am one of those people who never goes anywhere WITH my camera (even my own honeymoon. Yes, it's true. We have one picture taken from my camera on my phone.)

We had gone up to this park before in December, while we were engaged, and loved it. There was NO ONE there (which, now that I think about it, makes sense since it was the winter time).

There was a family reunion this time.

But we were not to be deterred. We found this trail that wound through the trees and made our own little campsite. It was perfect, but the aura of camping was somewhat ruined because we could hear all the cars driving up the canyon.

The bugs decided that our hobo dinners smelled too good to be left alone. I held the flashlight in my teeth so that I could see the bugs that drowned in my ketchup.

I still smell like smoke. It could be my desire to have the fire as big as possible--but we'll say that it's because I'm trying to keep mosquitoes away.

It didn't quite work. I have a HUGE mosquito bite on my cheek, that looks just like a zit, but it's not! I want to wear a sign that informs people of this fact, that way, no one thinks that I'm disgusting enough to sprout a zit the size of a nickel on my face.