Roosevelt National Park

On August 1st we attempted to go camping at Poudre Canyon in the Roosevelt National Park, just outside of Ft. Collins. It was a great trip, until it wasn't. More on that later. We got a bit of a late start, but had a fabulous day playing at the river and whatnot.

Back at the campground we had a campfire, roasted marshmellows, and showed our relative inexperience as parents by letting Austin eat too many smores. A simple mistake, really.

8:30pm rolls around, and we figure we should keep Austin on somewhat of a normal schedule, so it's bedtime. Though normally a superb sleeper, back in the tent Austin wasn't falling asleep, possibly due to excessive smores, but mostly because it was just too far outside of his routine. 3 hours and 13 times through each of his 4 books later, Austin still wouldn't sleep. Keep in mind that every so often we would try, which would result in 15 minutes of extreme crying. Extreme crying in a quiet forest with a dozen other campsites in close proximity. No end in sight and he was miserable. It was kinda funny/sad to see him inadvertantly start to fall asleep while sitting-up (due to sheer exhaustion), only to be jolted awake as his body started to topple, which would result in 15 minutes of mega-extreme high voltage super crying in a quite forest with a dozen other campsites in close proximity. All this from the most fantastic, never-cry, awesome little guy of all time. No end in sight and he was miserable.

So we had to do it, we had to give him the benefit of the doubt and respect the fact that he is the most fantastic, never-cry, awesome little guy of all time, we had to save him. At midnight we packed-up camp and started the 2.5 hour journey home, knowing that he would sleep easy on the way home. And sleep he did. Until, of course, the gas build-up from excessive smores kicked-in and he woke-up in a delirious fury. But we made it home.

Whatya gonna do....