Although I was paranoid that we'd never find a spot north of Ashton without having reserved it 364 days prior, Seth's parents knew of a little bit of paradise right next to the Island Park Reservoir. And so we were able to enjoy:
... some four-wheeler rides,
... some tasty s'mores,
... playing on the beach,
... shooting guns (Seth would like me to point out the brass that's been ejected from the gun and caught on camera),... and (not pictured) sporadic sleep due to Bekah's nighttime freak-outs, Miri's sleepy whines, and Ana's painful bug bites; a friendly little leech that became attached to Bekah's arm; and the sand that Miri decided would be worth eating.
You can tell it was a successful trip by this photographic evidence, shot while driving home:
Bekah in the back seat of the pickup.
Ana in the back seat of the pickup. (Ignore the fuzziness. Apparently our mommy camera doesn't like being told to not use the flash.)
Miri in the back seat of the pickup. (Again, dumb mommy camera.)