We decided that it would be fun to head a little north for total eclipse 2017 to be in the line of totality. At home we were in the 97% totality. So we Jared booked a camp site. A primitive camp site. Like you walk all your stuff in campsite. Like you have no neighbors in the case of a bear attack campsite. Like the park ranger walks down your trail at eleven o’clock at night to tell you they are having a problem with bears in the area campsite. For real. You know about Goose and me and bears, right? I mean. . hello. . . Yellowstone. The friendly little park ranger tried to convince us that we would be okay just as long as we do not put anything that smells in the tent. No chap stick, baby wipes, lotions, anything. Um. . . We are camping with a 5 month old, a three year old, a six year old, and an 8 year old (who is now clinging to me as if the park ranger is a bear himself). And I’m pretty sure that after being in the woods all day they all smell a little. No one slept that night. Em, all the kids, and I put a big tent in a three sided shelter thing and tried to sleep in there all night. Nan and Pop slept in a test just below us. And Jared plopped himself, a flashlight, and a gun in a hammock. All of this and the fact that it was about a million and one degrees out we headed home early and watched the eclipse from the pool.