Here is our camp site in Steamboat, which isn't very interesting, but you can see our Hobitat, which we love. Who doesn't love a tent named after a hobbit? Unfortunately, I broke one of the tent poles last night, again setting up to camp in the dark.
We took a backwoods crazy way to Salt Lake, because we're like that. So we were able to stop at Dinosaur National Park. If you've ever wondered to yourself, "Should I drive hours out of my way through the desert of Colorado to see Dinosaur?", don't. The visitor center which is where you see all the bones has been closed since 2006, and the canyons are interesting...but not that interesting.
We had a great time hanging out with the Whitneys and their progeny. We hiked in a canyon above Salt Lake, played games, talked, went to Oktoberfest, and Mike helped Josh fortify his creaking deck stairs. My favorite part was hearing Hayley repeatedly say, "Uncle Michael, Uncle Michael, Uncle Michael, Uncle Michael." "Yes, Hayley?" "I want to wrestle."