I read most of two books during the two and a half days we were there, which in and of itself equals a perfect vacation in my eyes.
Elijah was a handful, scooting to the edge of his blanket/towel over and over (and over, and over...) again to eat the sand. His first trip to Bear Lake was a happy one, despite a lack of proper naps.
It was a much-needed respite from a very busy summer. And this time (unlike our last camping trip) no one got sick. Perfection.