After the hike, we roasted hot dogs over the fire and then marshmallows for smores.
Connor made our wheeled ice chest into a wagon. He had a lot of fun pulling it around and then had me pull him around. Pretty cute.
"Life is not measured by the breaths you take but by the moments that take your breath away."
Gorgeous views from the overlook onto Donut Falls.
Larsen cousins on a log (above) and several of us at the overlook (below).

Then Connor decided he wanted to go over and visit daddy so I let him get out of the pool. I thought he saw daddy move to the other side of the pool but apparently he didn't nor did he seem to realize daddy was not in the pool but was alongside watching the action (that's why I let him go over there without me walking with him). So, it was rather shocking when Connor got to the deep end and slid in along the wall. From the shallow end I could see the top of his head so I thought he was holding on to the edge of the pool but as I got closer I could see his hands were not on the edge. All the cousins were around him but they were not paying any attention to him because of their game. I finally yelled to uncle Chris, who was also playing, to grab Connor. He quickly wheeled around and yanked him out of the water. He said Connor was in up to his forehead and was just treading water with all his might. Again, Connor was unharmed, not even coughing or gasping for air. He must have instinctively inhaled before he went under. Connor and I just sat and cuddled for a long while as I told him how scary and dangerous what he did was. We talked about how important it is to not get in without an adult, etc, etc. I told him he would learn to swim in his swimming class he would start the next week (thankfully I had signed him for lessons before we went out of town). After this happened, several people asked me how I was doing. I just didn't know how to answer or react. I mean, my nerves were shot. Two scares in as many days-- that was just a bit much for a momma to bear.