We decided it was about time we escaped the urban scene once again, so Thursday night we drove up to the National Forest just outside Rocky Mountain National Park and snagged the last campsite. (I always feel a little bad when we do that; I hate seeing people driving around with cars full of gear looking disheartened.) We didn’t do anything terribly hardcore, but managed to squeeze in some hikes, s’mores, dutch oven goodness, star-gazing, and some general chillaxing. We kept wishing Cooper would decide to take up walking full-time so he wouldn’t get so dirty, but the kid had his own plan and wasn’t open to suggestions (see picture of filthy boy below). It was only a two day, two night trip, but we like to think that’s the beauty of living so close to beautiful places.