The Swell is swell

Rosanne went to party in Vegas with all of her girlfriends so the kids decided to take Daddy camping in the San Rafel Swell and Goblin Valley. She says "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" but the woman needs to give us a little something for our efforts. The kids and I met up with our friends Page and Annie Perkins (and their parents Bryce and Corey).

We got there a little late and after sleeping in the car everyone was really excited to play. Our camp-neighbors weren't as excited about finding a toad at 12:30 in the morning as we were but it was still a lot of fun!
The next morning we found out that Lizards want to stay in their own homes.
What a bummer! "If the lizard loves us and wants to come home with us, he'll wait right on this rock for us to come back and get him...."
Then we went hiking in Little Wild Horse, a slot canyon a few miles from Goblin Valley. Mom should be so proud of her excellent hikers!

After lunch, we decided it would be a good for driving to the Muddy River and maybe catnap a little. (One hand on the wheel and another preventing whiplash)

There are all these 'painted desert' hills of Morrison Formation.
The creek was surprisingly warm and shallow. Much Happiness ensued.
The next morning we packed up and went to Goblin Valley.

We had some fun before we hit the wall and it was time to go and find Mommy so we could wish her a Happy Mother's Day!