Camping and Labor Day

Alex and I like to think of ourselves as cleverer than the general population. Therefore, we decided to go camping the weekend before BYU started rather than on Labor Day. I wouldn't consider myself to be an outdoorsy camping kind of person in any sense, so Alex really took the reins on this one. However, I did know of a spot in Spanish Fork Canyon that I had been to multiple times for bonfires. Think luscious green pasture with a nice hill and flowing stream. We got the dead version. Despite all the cow poop, we had a good time. (This post may explain the video Alex posted of me throwing cow poop on Instagram.)

 Here is our decked out camp site. Alex spent the majority of his time making sure we had a fire and I'm eternally grateful for that.

 Dutch Oven Peach Cobbler: the best part about camping.

 Alex doesn't know I took this picture, which is creepy on my part. This accurately depicts how well we slept. Take that as you will.

Since we went camping the weekend before Labor Day, our three days off were pretty free, especially since we're married and don't have friends yet. We ended up going to see a Polynesian Cultural Celebration thing on Saturday. It turned out to be a bust but it was still enjoyable to walk around Thanksgiving Point. We also bought Alex a big coat so that he doesn't die in Provo this winter. We are both grateful for that.

 This is Alex at Cabelas, which was his first time. Luckily, he was mostly interested in the free fudge upstairs and not all of the guns and camouflage. I picked a winner.

We topped it all off with a BBQ on Monday night. Delicious.