We left our hotel late because we had to go to the grocery store to get stuff for primitive camping. I got worried about having enough water because all we would have is what we bring in. Jeff commented that grocery stores were much more primitive and much more expensive on the reservation. They are like slightly larger convienence stores, but not as nice.
The flora changed from scrub bushes to trees, and then to pine trees as we got closer to the Grand Canyon, and the temperature dropped to a comfortable high 70's. We drove up to a 1950's looking Ranger Station at the entrance to the primitive camping sites and Jeff decided not to spend the $10 on the map of the forest service trails. We spent the next hour saying we should have bought that map. We drove along one car (barely) dirt roads that kept forking and coming to unmarked cross roads. With the help of our new car's GPS (hurrah for technology), and our atlas, we made it to Crazy Jug Point, which had a spectacular view. When we drove up to the site I got really excited, because although Jeffrey and I haven't camped very often since we've been married, I have a lot of camping experience from living two summers in tents, and I knew we had found a great site. It had a cooking area with a fire spot that someone had already done the work of ringing with large stones, a sleeping area for setting up the tent, and a privacy clump of trees and bushes just a stones throw away. But the best part was a camping luxury of luxuries not one, but two logs that I got Maeve to help me to roll into an "L" around the campfire.
I spent a happy hour getting everything homey and organized while Jeff and Aidan set up the tent, and then Jeff made a supper of hotdogs (I had a peanut butter sandwich).
The kids sung us campfire songs they learned at Camp Peniel. It was fun all sleeping together in the tent that night.
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