Harrison and I arrived to Jackson Hole after our eventful reunion in Oregon and the party continued! Our first stop was Phelps Lake.
Harrison and Riley reunited
The babies in their bubble bath later that day.
The next morning, we took the river trail to see the Snake. I love this place.
We are trying to teach Harrison boundaries...
Collecting rocks in his little pockets
The Wallys arrived later that afternoon and we went off to see the dam behind the house.
The kids went down to the basement to pick out their cowboy boots and Clayton helped teach Harrison that this bear was indeed not real. It took a while.
Then we had to try out the swing that Uncle John installed earlier in the summer.
It was then time for the mini Snake where the little ones floated.
Harrison enjoyed pushing Eliza all the way back to the car.
We then had a campfire in the corral.
A few of us did the Granite Canyon hike from the tram on top of Jackson Hole ski resort. It was 12 miles down the backside of the mountain and through the canyon. We saw fossils and animal scat, ate wild blueberries and raspberries, traversed through creeks and fields, and survived an impressive hail storm! Here we are on top of the mountain.
The rain!
And the hail...
Later that day, we got our tired bodies dressed for another campfire. Mandy and I didn't have shoes to wear (mud and water from the hike) and so we improvised.
Learning yoga from the best.
Totem pole fire drill
Chasers and his Auntie E
The next morning we had a real cowboy photo shoot next to the corral.
Harrison got his very own Junior Ranger vest from Nona and loved it! Here we are at Dornan's eating breakfast and getting ready for our hike to Taggart Lake.
Our view on the hike up to the lake. The Grand in all of her majesty.
That majesty put this little guy straight to sleep while grandpa carried him.
Taggart Lake at the base of the Grand Tetons.
It took a little while for Harrison to wake up.
Someone wanted to follow his cousins into the water.
Grandpa took a much needed rest
Clayton jumped in at least ten times!
Harrison's pants were wet and so he hiked back without them.
The next day proved to be perfect for dancing in the rain. So, dance we did.
And then snuggled up for some cousin time.
Our last day in Jackson was spent at the National Museum of Wildlife Art. Grandma and grandpa helped raised money for the museum before it was built many years ago.
The children's corner is pretty fun.
My favorite painting in the whole museum entitled "Chief." It takes my breath away every time I see it.
Later that afternoon, we put the babies in the car and drove southwest to Salt Lake City. These two held hands and were a delight.
