Rock the Mountain was a tradition and we couldn’t pass up a year so only a week after Jayse’s first surgery we went to Rock the Mountain. My mom must of watched the kids for us. Shortly after we had the babies she decided to move back here from Colorado to be close to her grandkids.

I think this was the year where I was trying to sleep in our tent and someone drunkenly fell into it and then fell on top of me! Causing our air mattress to pop. So I moved into my car to try and sleep and then someone decided to stand next to my car and hang out loudly. Always a good time.

This is definitely the year we forgot to bring a spatula so Greg made one out of a stick and used beer can. What a MacGyver.