Camping in the Wilderness

When asked where she's from, Jenny often quips, "I'm from the middle of nowhere." She may be right. Jenny's family sports over 100 acres, over 80 of which are heavily wooded, of prime Pennsylvania wilderness. Church is half an hour away, her neighbors still drive horses to work, and they just got the Internet this summer. But we love it, and we finally decided to take full advantage of the land's beauty and tranquility.

Earlier this month we and two other families--the Russells and the Yearsleys--decided to camp in the wooded acres. Jenny's family has developed a campsite for local stake functions. It was particularly nice that we had to set up no tents, didn't have to fetch water, bathrooms were nearby, and yet no one was in crying baby distance.

The next morning we loaded up some canoes and took a nice leisurely trip down the Allegheny River.



Speaking of the crying baby. Grant thought it would be a good idea to not sleep. That's our tent in the background.


Logan getting ready to embark. This is his "vato" look. We work on it.


Madison.


Unfortunately, we gave the leaky canoe to the Russells. Yes, that's Jon Russell bailing water with his hands.


Jenny's mother, Connie, made a scrumptious chicken pot pie for dinner, and brought down the tent with her famous earthquake cake.


The whole crew ready to launch.


I told Jenny to paddle at least once, just for the camera.

That's the Yearsleys in the background.