Our Yosemite Fix

Andy and I usually go up to Yosemite at least once or twice a year. It feels like home and we need our fix. If we bring our kids up right, hopefully they’ll feel the same way about our backyard – four hours away is basically backyard, right? – National Park. Continue reading “Our Yosemite Fix”

The Bradshaw Clan in Park City

Two weeks ago, the entire Bradshaw clan descended upon Park City to wreak its own special brand of havoc on the land. All seven Bradshaw boys, spouses, a gaggle of nine little children, two grandparents, a granduncle and the occasional visitor filled a cabin for a week of crazy.

Andy and I drove to Utah with Carter, the best road-tripping toddler on the planet. We stopped in Tahoe to visit with dear friends who were serendipitously in town from Oregon. We braved a night at Circus Circus in Reno to break up the drive.

The week in Utah is a blur of binge-watching Olympics, hot tubbing with kids, cooking, eating, visiting friends, playing in the reservoir, eating Cafe Rio, BBQ-ing in the rain and hanging with family.

And of course, the requisite Bradshaw Boy awkward family photos: