Chuck and I took the kids camping the last weekend. We went up to the Rim and stayed the first night up there, then went stream fishing. The kids loved it. Of course with that much fresh spring water, we had to see if they could swim. Chuck threw them in and they paddled their little legs to get out as fast as possible. Dogs are so funny!
I guess all that fun and running through the mountains tired their little legs out!
It was our first camping trip as a family. Chuck "did the man thing" and set up the tent by himself (yes, he wouldn't let me help) and then built a fire. 
We stayed at Bear Canyon Lake up on the Rim and yes - we were roughing it. Real camping means no plumbing and no running water. However it doesn't mean you have to smell or stay dirty. So, I picked up some bottled water and shampoo in town and washed my hair out in the open air of the mountains. It felt fabulous!
The dogs loved being able to run free in the mountains and especially liked the doggie door in our tent.
I guess sometimes they really are man's best friend! Oh, look at all my sleeping babies!
Before heading back to reality - we (Chuck did more fishing at Bear Canyon Lake. 
Ginger let her hound "hund" instincts show full force. She heard a chipmunk underneath a rock and went crazy. We let her off the leash and she started digging furiously. She dug so far that you could barely see her little tail sticking out from underneath the rock.
