Saturday we went camping again.
This time, Boulder Basin. It's about 20 miles from Idylwild, 8 miles up the 243 and 5 1/2 miles up a dirt road. I really thought no one would be up there. We saw one other person the road, and it felt like we were going nowhere. But we were far from the only ones there, almost every site was occupied - with families. Lots of kids. Screaming kids. A forest service guy was explaining that kids turn into werewolves when you get them outside, and it's true, I saw it.
Boulder Basin turned out to be very beautiful. And the views, amazing.
Justin trying to be dangerous, as always...
The last photo is a note we found on the ground, on a trail. It had a wilted and withered balloon attached. We took a photo of the area that we found the balloon (over 7000 feet up!) and we are going to send them a letter.
My aunt Laura is currently in a convalescent home so this touched my heart. Laura has brain cancer, she is only 41, she is there for rehabilitation. We went to visit her on the way home from Boulder Basin. While there we met Betsy, who is 99 years old. She loves to talk, and likes to stare out the window at passing cars. She is NINETY NINE years old, I wish she could tell us stories about what it was like to grow up in the 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s and so on. But poor Betsy, she has a hard time remembering an hour ago. But she is still funny. We were watching the cars go by and she said, "It went right on by, out the side of my eye to the back of my head."