High Uintas

It’s been years since I’ve been camping in the Uintas. What once was a constant in my childhood has become a rare event in my adult years. So, how lucky we were to be able to spend some time there this past week. The bumpy roads, four hour long drive, dirty children, allergies, sleepless nights, and fear of bears were all well worth it. We sure missed Dean...and I think he missed us. The last three days Brett joined my brothers, Amber and Loxy for an additional ten-mile horse ride into the interior. My heart will always lie deep in the Uinta Mountains.