Uinta Camping

We went camping with Baby Hank this weekend up here in the Uinta mts. At 30 degrees, it was a little chilly and we were barely prepared (the winter clothes I brought for him were a tad small) but what always works is zipping our sleeping bags up together and snuggling Hank in the middle wrapped in blankets. A Baby Hank sandwich is always toasty.


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