We woke up Saturday morning, crawled out of our heated down comforter beds and bundled up in the cold Montana morning for our gourmet breakfast in the River Camp mini-lodge.
Heff got some time on the river to fly-fish Saturday after breakfast so Francie and I went to the "Cow Poke Corral" to check out the baby goats, cows and bunny rabbits the kids got to pet and bottle feed.
Francie and I had lunch on the grass at the main Lodge. I realized one of the perks of having a baby who can eat real food... you get to order stuff off the kids menu and eat most of it yourself! (Their chicken fingers were so much better than my fancy BLT:)
Our tent cabin "Bitteroot" They were all named after Montana rivers, but another sign these Paws Up people aren't locals and might not be that well liked around these parts... Bitterroot supposed to be spelled with two R's. (we had a security guard at camp 24/7 to prevent people coming off the river and getting into trouble at camp:)