Moosehorn Lake

Camping at Moosehorn Lake, Uintahs. We were inspired by Dreampacker and Trailblazer to set out on our own and go camping for the first time in two years. This is a view of the cliffs just to the right of our campsite.

Doesn't he look happy?Lemur wasn't up for pictures, be it nap-time, hike-time or bed time.
But Rivulet always has a ready grin. Even in the fading warmth of twilight, surrounded by mosquitoes.
So the scoop: We arrived at Moosehorn around noon on Wendsday, set up the campsite and decided to go for a hike to Fehr Lake. We packed the kids back up and set off.

Now, perhaps a stroller was not the best mode of transportation . . . but I couldn't find the baby back pack and wasn't sure about carrying Rivulet the whole way. She seemed to like it. Always going, "ahhhhh" along the bumpy parts.The hike was .5 miles basically downhill to Fehr Lake. It was a beautiful hike of rivulets (the person and the water feature) and meadows full of wildflowers. Oh. And Lemurs.

I am actually standing in Fehr Lake. I can't seem to walk around water. I must go through it. What does that say about my personality? Muad'Dib and Rivulet at Fehr Lake.
Rivulet sure loved the rocks. Apparently they tasted good, too. (Yep, I'm still standing in the lake.)

For Trailblazer, Desertbound, Wildbound and Wanderful (I've heard the YW camp story, Wanderful). Apparently, my daughter is following in the shameful Nelson tradition. No one's around? SKINNY DIP!

Me and Rivulet at Moosehorn.

Below are pics Muad'Dib took. I really love Indian Paintbrush, and it was everywhere. It wasn't too hot, there was a breeze and we were surrounded by beauty. What more could we ask?
See Muad'Dib's blog for more pictures.