Richard had a couple days off work so we headed for the hills. We camped at Bull Trout Lake, near Stanley and the majestic Sawtooth Mountain Range.
I wondered about the wisdom of taking a seven-month-old camping, but she was a trooper. Aside from eating a little sand she caused us no trouble.
The only misfortune of the weekend were the mosquitos. Despite frequent and liberal applications of mosquito repellant the bite-count came out as follows.
Mira: 0 (As far as we could tell.)
Richard: 2 (How?!)
Cameron: 12 (Not bad…)
Jo: 22 (They have always loved me.)
Eli: 1,472 (Too apathetic to swat them away.)
Eli and I just have that tasty blood I suppose. Most of his bites were on the first day so thereafter I was a little bit more strict about wearing a hat and covering as much skin as possible without inducing heat stroke. 
Just Your Average Jo 
Beautiful! We all need to do a camping trip soon.
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Fun! We're going camping this weekend and hopefully, the mosquitoes will still be full from eating up you, Eli, and Cameron!
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Cameron showed me all of the ones on his head, and that looked bad…poor Eli must be covered!!!
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