I saw a record three bears with this trip to Yellowstone.  (Some in my family saw six.)  It was only Little H's second time camping and Buster's first.



I thought I had overpacked for the kids, but we had no clean clothes by the time we broke camp after four days—in fact, Buster came home without pants.  Camping with kids has definitely made me appreciate everything my parents went through with us every summer.  I have no idea how they managed with seven of us.  No idea...