Casa De Olsen

I just received these pictures from last year, and while they are a year old, I still felt inspired to let you all see and remember this blessed event. Dill and I had packed for the 4 Wheeling trip to Moab (Dad was out of town--weird). We, being novices, did not understand that packing the tent was a two step process. Step one, get the tent, Step two, get the tent poles elsewhere. With our inexperience brought the sad fact that we did not have tent and said poles when we got there. So Dad with his do or die attitude began revamping the tent assemblage using twine. Well unfortunately the wind kicked up and ripped the tent, but that attitude cannot be stilled so as you can see, there is a shovel, trees, and even the 4 wheeler holding up the tent. We slept in the Casa De Olsen for two nights, with the top of the tent resting 2 inches above our noses, the wind howling, and laughing through the whole experience.