We were supposed to go home and have s'mores since the picnic area didn't allow fires for us to make them after dinner. But by the time we left the star party and drove down the mountain and unloaded stuff...well, it was way to late and encroaching upon the Sabbath. So the poor grandkids got a raw marshmallow, a chunk of chocolate candy bar and a raincheck from one tire grandma and grandpa.
I will devote an entire separate post of just the wildflowers. Just because they were so pretty.