Island Park

This summer a few of my brothers, and sisters, my mom all worked at Island Park Scout Camp again, and I was able to go spend a week and a half with them and help the staff at camp, and just plain escape civilization and live in a tent for ten days and reset my mind. It felt really good to get away from the heat of Logan, and into fresh air and return home to the Sego Lilies, Sage Brush and Lodgepole Pines, and clear, starry skies. For ten days I didn't have to worry about work, email, rush hour traffic, or anything else I have to deal with in civilization.
Although I didn't get out to fish the Madison or the Firehole or the Henry's Fork or any other river in the area, I did wet my line a couple times in Pete's Puddle in camp and managed to land a few Brook Trout. And I did get my camera out a few evenings.

One of the evenings I snuck away and went to Warm River Springs to make some photographs. The clouds in the sky were pretty amazing, but I couldn't make much of anything with them where I was right then, but I think I came away with a few pretty decent photographs that evening.

Despite quite a bit of drama in camp the last part of the week, it was a real good ten days. On Sunday my brother Lucas and his wife were able to come up, and my brother Jesse's fiance was up there, so all eleven and a half of us Duncans were able to spend some time together up there, and for that afternoon, all was right in the world.
I love how being in that place takes away all worries. But, as all good things must come to an end, camp and my vacation time ended, and life and work will go on.