Rocky Mountain doggy style...

Our boomerang is starting to return itself to home base. We are on the last leg of our journey. Our trip this morning out of Moab began at 5 am heading into Colorado. Within an hour we could smell the smoke from the wildfires.

The drive over the Rockies was stressful both up and down - there were times that we were struggling to keep 16 mph yet so were others - but oh so so beautiful! I can say that I at least saw Vail, Breckenridge and the mile high Denver. Pretty uneventful day, 8 hours of travel.

The kids are the best travelers ever, never a peep unless the boys are ganging up on Annie and even then she'll tell you it's funnny. But the dogs are another story.

They do travel great and are buddies but won't sleep here anymore. It has to be in our bed.

I have to be in their eyesight - preferably in the car.

Molly taking as much Moab with her as possible.

Hanging over seat + brakes = dog on floor. Common.

Kevin was so kind as to put ice in there bowl. They decided it was a dumb idea and picked out every cube and spread it all over the camper.

Molly apologizing for eating a beer can like a goat. Notice a theme here? You don't see Mr. Beebe in any pictures now do you.