Really. Chilly.
The rain rolled in with wind, the campsite became a refuge, and we huddled inside the enclosed trailer with the awning outside shielding the BBQ from the rain.
Of course we were able to stay entertained.
Around 10pm the rain quit and we were able to have a campfire outside.
See the blue? It is from an additive that Lynn put in there. It burned blue, orange, and green.
The next morning was cold, but not so cold that we weren't going to get out and enjoy the desert. We bundled up and hopped in the Rhinos for a ride.
The evening included some night excursions into some abandoned mines (yes, they do say you're not supposed to do that...) and some socializing around the colorful campfire once again. But before all that, we got out the weaponry.
Yeah, I hit some targets....
Early Sunday morning we were up before everyone else, probably because we went to bed at a reasonable time and we were anxious to get out and enjoy the nice weather.
Gary got impatient, he decided to be the wake-up call:
Don't worry, they did similar things to us as we struggled to get to sleep the night before!
While the boys cooked a big breakfast on the grill I took some blossom photos:
Then we hit the trails once more. We were determined to find some new unfamiliar places, and we certainly succeeded there. We took Grey Eagle Mine Road and found ourselves poking around in lots of old mine claims and long forgotten trails. Very cool!
The photo ops were cool, too:
By the time we loaded up the toys and started heading home, it was nearly 80 degrees again. The cold stuff was a nice departure, but we live in the desert for a reason; we like the heat!
