If you were to ask me how many times we've gone camping this year, I probably couldn't tell you exactly because I've lost count by now. Let's just say that I hate winter -- not sure why I live in Utah, but that's a story for another day -- So, the first weekend of sunny & warm weather that rolls around each year is like a dream for me. I beg Kent to take me camping & the rest of the summer is spent outside exploring new places we haven't yet been.
In high school I had a friend who frequented Flaming Gorge every summer. I never had a second thought about it until I found out they were pet friendly. We don't do anything without our little pups in tow, so we're often seeking out places that allow them to tag along. They might be small, but they love swimming, hiking, and all around frolicking about outside.
With every new destination comes a new adventure (i.e.: we usually get lost in the middle of the night, miss a sign, end up unpacking in endless darkness, onery & more than tired), but it always ends up being fun ... and the sights we find --always breathtaking. We spent our days hanging out on the water, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.
I was able to enjoy the sunrise from Canyon Rim with the pups on our last day there. It was so quiet, peaceful & beautiful. Later on that morning, I risked my life to get the perfect shot of Kent hanging out on the legde. Bascially, don't climb the side of a rocky mountain in your flip flops (or as I call them "slippers").