In any other state, finding a nice campsite for eight at 7pm on the Saturday of Labor Day weekend wouldn’t be possible. God bless Wyoming and last minute wilderness.
A beautiful site, the road just enough off-road to get one car stuck. (Temporarily, thankfully.)
A solid fire, and a night’s worth of firewood and snacking provisions.
First years enjoyed the biggest tent this side of Harry Potter. This picture doesn’t do it justice, but you could easily fit a cohort in here. All in all three tents, two hammocks and one fellow just enjoying the stars.
A lesson in s’mores to cap off the evening.