Mt. Charleston
Here we are 37 weeks pregnant and we are camping. This was the only weekend that we were able to get away (only 30min), and be somewhere else before the baby arrives. It is 80-90 in town and here the highs were 40-50. We were amazed at how much snow was at our level at the camp ground. It was neat though, because Cassidy and Belle were able to play and have fun.
However, because of the snow and this being the first weekend that this site has been open, we had no running water. Therefore, we had to be completely relient on our own resources. We did just fine.
Belle and Cassidy would run up and down this hill that was behind our site, and since there was hardly any other people there, they could be off leash. Belle is a natural snow dog, expecially being that she is a mountian dog, she would look for every snow pile and lay in it.
I have a bun in the oven. Or as I like to call it, a butter-ball turkey.
Corey and I would through snow balls up the hill, and the dogs would chase them. However, when the balls hit the ground they would fall apart and they couldn't figure that out. So they would continue looking for the ball.
Here we are 37 weeks pregnant and we are camping. This was the only weekend that we were able to get away (only 30min), and be somewhere else before the baby arrives. It is 80-90 in town and here the highs were 40-50. We were amazed at how much snow was at our level at the camp ground. It was neat though, because Cassidy and Belle were able to play and have fun.
However, because of the snow and this being the first weekend that this site has been open, we had no running water. Therefore, we had to be completely relient on our own resources. We did just fine.
Belle and Cassidy would run up and down this hill that was behind our site, and since there was hardly any other people there, they could be off leash. Belle is a natural snow dog, expecially being that she is a mountian dog, she would look for every snow pile and lay in it.
I have a bun in the oven. Or as I like to call it, a butter-ball turkey.
Corey and I would through snow balls up the hill, and the dogs would chase them. However, when the balls hit the ground they would fall apart and they couldn't figure that out. So they would continue looking for the ball.
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