Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Fool Hollow Lake

Summertime brings the heat, and the heat provides an excuse to escape to the north.
...which is exactly what we do.
Last weekend we made a trip to Fool Hollow Lake (near Show Low) and camped for a few days.
I'd never been and it was a really nice camping area (despite that it's almost in the middle of the suburbs...) I rode up Friday morning with the boys and Denine and Brigham to set up camp since the men weren't coming until after work and after dark. It was a little bit of a struggle to set up the two tents in the wind by ourselves (while maintaining two rambunctious boys) but Denine whipped out her amazing tent-raising skills and we got it done...

  The weather was a bit warm, but nothing close to the 118 degree weather everyone else was experiencing in the Valley! Luckily for us, the nights brought cooler temperatures and the constant breeze was pleasant.

Logan likes to play the "What's that??" game...and Grandma loves playing along :)

On Saturday morning, after (most) everyone had arrived, we left on a hike to the Ice Caves. I'd also never been there, or even heard of it (and was also maybe a little skeptical...I mean, ICE caves?? In Arizona? In the summer?? Psh...) but I was amazed.

We had to walk a few miles to get there, and thankfully we had lots of helping hands to carry little bodies...

I trekked with Logan on the way in...

So when we finally arrived to the Ice Caves, there wasn't much to look at. It was fenced off with a chain-linked fence, and just looked like a small-ish cave in the middle of a small-ish hill...and to be honest, it wasn't very pretty, or even very noticeable. BUT, as soon as we drew near, there was an obvious temperature change from the 90 degree weather we'd been hiking in. When we got closer, and actually climbed down into the cave, it was COLD. And not just in-the-shade cool or even air-conditioned cool...it was 52 DEGREES COLD. 
It was an absolute oasis. 
We stayed there for a while and recovered a little from our excursion, and James and Brigham delved deeper into the dark of the cave.




I decided Wyatt would have fun, so I brought him down from behind the fence and we made it down the steep entrance...



...it was a much easier hike back...
...haha, probably because I didn't have to carry any babies! Uncle Matt carried Wyatt part of the way, and Grandpa carried Logan in the backpack...


We also went on another small hike later that day around the Mogollon Rim, and that was really fun too...

The rest of the time was spent lounging, or fishing, or taking naps, or reading, or throwing rocks into the lake, or playing with dirt and becoming a complete mess (thankfully there were showers!!)

Wyatt cracks me up...he found Grandpa's book--Sahara--and thought it was great. He carried it around a lot of the time, pretending he was reading it.





One minute they're awake...
...and the next, they're out.
(and this was before breakfast...)

No matter where we go, the kitchen is Wyatt's favorite place to be...


We had so much fun this weekend, and I can't wait to go back up this next weekend...

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