A Peek at the Poulsens

I haven't been camping with my whole family since high school, but earlier this year my mom announced that she was planning on going to Rocky Mountain National Park in July and we were all invited/forced to come. (Fortunately we all enjoy camping, so it wasn't too hard to get us on board.) we made it! Most of the family got to camp Sunday night (Annie drove to Utah from California to pick up Sam and they drove together, and my mom, dad, and Max drove together from Nebraska) but my brother Jack ("Big Jack"), Natalie, little Jack and I drove out on Tuesday since we weren't able to stay as long. The campsite was nestled in the trees by a river that I'm pretty sure companies have recorded for white noise because it was so perfect. My mom counted and it was 185 steps from the parking lot to our site, which was brutal when we were setting up/packing up but otherwise a lovely little walk through a meadow and a bridge and past happy rocks and trees. (We stayed i...