"This is your week," Camille said, as she moved with her tribe into our house from July 18 to 25. She would be away from her Boston home for seven weeks, allocated to various adventures--10 days visiting Mormon Church historical sites, a week with the Spendloves in SLC, a week with the Eberts in Newport Beach, a weekend in St. George with adult friends, a shared week or two for friends and family all jumbled together, and then 10 days driving home by way of Yellowstone, Mt. Rushmore, Chicago, and the Cedar Point, Ohio, roller coaster park.
We spent Monday night of Our Week at Red Butte Gardens. We took a picnic and sat on the grass, watching a show put on by Cambodian and Vietnamese dancers.
We brought Subway sandwiches for Mike, Camille, and the kids.
"Fire and water will always attract kids," a friend told me once, and I've remembered that when planning outdoor hikes and parties. During our cookout in Millcreek Canyon, we had both fire and water (a bonfire and a creek), and marshmallows and watermelon, too! No wonder we had such a good time.
Camille was the fire master, using skills she learned as a Brighton Girls Camp Counselor long ago. 
The kids gathered round, poking the fire to keep it going.
The entree was a tin foil dinner of hamburger, carrots, and potatoes, cooked in the hot coals.
The "side" was watermelon...
and the dessert was roasted marshmallows.
with or without chocolate and grahm crackers for "somemores."
The party was complete when Grandpa came.
