Sinkhole Flat

It's a good and bad thing that I put a memory card in the digital camera. Now my pictures can't get lost and I can take more pictures, however, that is also the downfall. I've been trying to figure out which of the 105 pictures to post and doing a little thinking on how to do it exactly. But here it is a week after our trip with another weekend to blog about.

So, the weekend before last, a bunch of us went southeast on the Swell: John & Shiree, Eric & Leslie, Eric & Mandy, Cameron, Brian, Mom & Dad, and Lena. We had an adventurous weekend full of sight-seeing, wheeling and fun. We camped on the Sinkhole Flat and although we drove by the Sinkhole like half a dozen times or so, we never stopped to look at it. Next time. There is so much to see down there, we will definitely have to plan another trip.

Saturday we took off on a trail that would be about a 60 mile loop back to camp. The rocks and geology were breath taking, I couldn't get enough.

This was the second trip for Mom and Dad on their wheelers, if you count the first one; 8 miles in 4 hours really isn't wheeling. So when we found a spot in the trail that was really fun, Dad says to Mom, "This one is gonna be your test." She was a little nervous to start out, but then it was an adrenaline rush! Chey was sitting next to me just a cheering everyone on! "A-hoo Unco Ewic!" "A-hoo Ba-pa!" It was so freaking cute!

Well, about halfway around this loop, Mom and Dad realized they were low on fuel. John decided to take a short cut to get them back to camp faster; just a little jaunt down I-70, no big deal, right? Well, luckily Mom's wheeler has a reserve tank because right there, halfway through our little jaunt, on the Interstate, her wheeler dies. Brian was already in reverse to load up her wheeler, when Uncle Eric pulled up and showed us where her switch was for the reserve tank. What good men! So off we went.

We were almost back to camp when we realized we lost some folks. Mom finally appeared and said Dad ran out of gas, so we hurried to grab the gas can. We were almost where she told us Dad was, when there was Dad on Uncle Eric's wheeler, followed by Brian's truck with a wheeler in it. What a nice guy Brian is, he didn't even hesitate to wait for anyone, just loaded up Dad's wheeler. However, Brian, Dad and Uncle Eric have more muscle than they realize and pushed the wheeler right into the back window of the truck. Um...oops! If it wasn't for the tint, Brain would've had a seat full of glass. Dad later asked Brian what he owed for the back window. Brian said, "Don't worry, I've done worse. No big deal."

Sunday we went sight-seeing:

At one point, Jason took John's motorcycle for a little spin. He was flying down the trail and the thought crossed his mind, what would Manda do if I died? It was that fun of a ride! He was telling us all about this and Leslie says, "Guys don't think like that!" That's why he is my guy!

We all had a great time, just wish there was more time.

Next trip: Topaz Mountain.