Now, let me just get one thing straight. The sand dunes aren't my favoirte place in the entire world to go camping. Lemme tell ya why. We, the Joneses, like to go ATVing. And the dunes are a great place to ride if you don't value your life. The massive rolling hills of sand which nature blessed us with are all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Luckily none of us did. There was a time when my bro and his buddy took off to go "night riding" and didn't come back for hours. I was pretty certain I wouldn't see him again in one piece. But alas, I still have a a whole brother.
There are some fun places to ride across from the dunes, but needless to say, we live in a desert. The view aint the most stimulating.
I didn't really want to go because of these reasons, but I went, and it turns out don't dislike the dunes as much as I previously thought. I must have had a no-go experience last time I went. But this time I really enjoyed myself. I got to sleep in the back of the truck on an air mattress that my parents were so nice to blow up for me. But do you want to know they funny part? It had a hole in it, and they knew about it, but didn't say anything. A few hours into the night I woke up with the blown up portions on either side of me and my body snuggled up to a thin layer of air mattress and the truck bed. But before my bed deflated I enjoyed a good hour of looking at the stars. It was a little cloudy, but the star visibility was still more than you get here in Provo. It reminded me of last summer when I'd look at the stars in Wyoming. There still weren't as many as Wyoming, but it was beautiful nonetheless.
My dad brought about 8 or so of those torches that you can put in your back yard to set the "summer mood." He put them in a circle around our campfire. We felt like we need to vote someone off the island. And from a distance it looked like we were having some kind of ritualistic sacrifice going on in the heart of our camp. So we sat around our ritualistic campfire, and did a lot of reminiscing of the good old days when we'd all do stuff together. Whenever the adults would get sick of us kids, they'd tell us to go make up a skit and perform it for them. The "skits" we produced always reflected on the weirdness of all of us chillins, I'm sure.
When I got home I came across these pictures. Sorry, the quality is terrible...
That would be Kylee and Me, crushing clods of sand since you can't really tell. We were trying to look strong.
That would by my fam minus Danielle. This obviously isn't the sand dunes. Bryce Canyon, maybe?
Just fun pics.
So, even though I always come home from the dunes so dirty my hair is gray, it is always a good experience that is had when spent with the fam-damily. Some of my favorite family experiences have been when we were camping.
I remember a time (I'm pretty sure no one else does) that we went to Richfield and we were all telling ghost stories. Dani was getting scared I guess, so she decided to take a turn. It was a happy story and it started out something like this, "There was this land full of smily faces..." and then something about a nice talking wolf, skipping, and a chocolate factory. It was so stinking cute, because she was so serious about it.
Wow, I keep thinking of other camping memories, but this post is already long enough for me and if you made it this far, you're obviously really bored (and so am I for writing it, right?).
Love you all. You're beautiful darlin', really.