One last time up beloved Rock Canyon. We'd had an unusually wet spring, so it was pretty green.
And the snow run-off filled the river bed. (Not the most flattering picture if me--27 weeks along, but I loved this little make-shift bridge.)
I'd never known that when the river up Rock Canyon is flowing, it actually continues flowing through Rock Canyon Park. The water wasn't very deep, but we decided to try tubing it anyway.
The best part is at the end when it gets a little deeper and faster, and then you get sucked in the drain.
We convinced Kristel to come along with us. Here she just missed the pipes that the water seems to aim you towards.
Sam found another good use for the tubes. He got going pretty fast.
June 12, we went camping with Dave and Jeff (Sam's co-workers from Terracon) and their families up American Fork Canyon. It was one of the neatest camping areas I've been in (with tons of different types of trees, deep ravines and streams, hills and mountains with rock outcrops, etc.), but it was raining most of the time, and we didn't explore much at all. Went to Cascade Springs the next day instead, having made it through the night without getting too wet (which seemed a miracle to me).










