The Cabin of Doom

So, my parents are here in Provo, and they're like, hey, the Rose's invited us to their cabin in Duck Creek and I was like, dude, no way? Well, it wasn't quite like that because we are educated and didn't walk out of Legally Blonde (which is a great show), but that was the general gist of it. We had a blast! Mike tipped over the snowmobile with us on it, their cabin was huge, seriously, and I road a 4-wheeler. Best of all though, my family was there!!! Oh, and Mike and Cindy. They were there, too. Cause it was their cabin...

Me and Alyson on the 4-wheeler. I think I'm in back in this picture, but I did get to drive!!! Scratch that off the bucket list.
My parents on the 4-wheeler. Look like they walked out of a James Dean movie. Or something like that. My camera almost exploded from their overwhelming coolness, but they were gone for over an hour (doing what???) so it had time to cool down.
Alyson stole my camera and took this picture which I found five minutes ago when I was uploading them. The Roses huge cabin with me on the bean bag and the old"er" people playing Mexican Trains.
Riding my chariot down the hill. The only time I actually made it to the bottom without dying. P.S. if Cindy ever tries to tell you to go down face-first, just say no.

Alyson on the Rose's deck, preparing for the stairs of doom. Or it could be me. It's hard enough to tell us apart when you can see our faces...
My awesome family. Well, part of it anyway. We hiked an awful long way for this picture (apparently the snow if front of the Rose's cabin wasn't good enough???) so enjoy it. I do.