...but this was Plan C. The night before we were to leave for Plan A, S came down with something that really knocked him askew. The forecast for the Yellowstone area was going to be down in the 30's at night with snow likely. So, if he was sick, it wouldn't be the best time to go tent camping. All of us in one cold tent with one coughing child eleven hours from home... yeah, we cancelled. Plan B was to stay home a few days and when S was better we'd camp at Rocky Mountain National Park for a few days. Still camping, still a National Park, but much, much closer and hopefully warmer.
And then S woke up the day were were going to leave and he was FINE. He's pulled this trick a couple times so he MUST have allergies, but I can't tell the difference until he's over it. We debated a bit, but after phoning the ranger in Yellowstone and finding out that there was snow on the ground and more to come we still opted for Plan B. But then our friends called with Plan C and we jumped on it. Camping with two other families with kids (yay!) and dirtbikes (yay!) out in the middle of beautiful nowhere Colorado. I'm talking pee-in-the-woods-nowhere. 
It's not the Grand Tetons, but it's Mount Princeton in the Collegiate Range near Buena Vista, CO. We actually had a beautiful campsite with a stream running nearby, a zero-depth sandy entry shoreline, and rocks and a thirsty Cottonwood to climb on. It was windy and warm. Sunburns and drama happened (random Jeep crash in our campsite on night number 1, lost child, vomiting, dead van battery). But we were so glad to have begun our summer with friends and freedom. Thanks for the invite, Noy and Dawn! 
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