The Adams Escape the Fiery Furnace.

When the weather man promises a weekend full of heat OVER 110 degrees - what else is there to do but GET OUT OF DODGE?!?

So... we packed up some of Greg's family and headed to my grandparents cabin in the mountains. We were greeted with rain and a gorgeous thunderstorm and I knew we had made the right choice for our weekend plans!

Saturday morning, Emma woke up quite early. To avoid waking the entire cabin, Greg and I fed her breakfast in our bedroom and then snuck out of the cabin to the fish hatchery. Emma LOVES fish and was quite taken with the hatchery. I just love this cute little picture of her.

Here we are with the fish that are ready to be "thrown to the wild". Unfortunately, we had to leave that area rather quickly, because Emma kept trying to swim with them. After purchasing some fish food, Emma loved to thrown in handfuls and watch the ensuing mayhem.

Really? Could those tiny nuggets of cardboard-looking-food really be worth body slamming/pimp slapping your neighbor? I may attack for Cheesecake Factory Cheesecake, but that's about it.

Here is the cabin gang. Greg's Mom is on the left and his brother and new wife Michelle on the right. We had such a wonderful time together. We didn't go to bed earlier than 2am either night and consumed WAY TOO MUCH food. But what else is a cabin trip good for??

I learned something about myself this weekend.

If good food is around me, I do not have the self-control to avoid eating it. I feel so weak admitting this, but it is an honest truth that I simply must face.

At home, I do not surround myself with junk food, and therefore maintain my Weight Watchers diet rather well. At the cabin, there were so many yummy things, I just had to partake. Naughty Tammy. Very, very naughty. Here's to an upcoming week of intense exercise and starvation. :)

The most memorable moment of the trip was our "ice cream adventure". Jeff and Michelle brought up all the fixn's for homemade ice cream, but forgot their ice cream maker. We kind of started obsessing over this ice cream that "could have been" and decided that we would venture into Payson (40 minutes away) and hit up the Wal-Mart for an ice cream maker.

FIVE stores later, we still had no ice cream maker and returned to the cabin defeated.

We put on our pioneer thinking caps(or bonnets if you will) and started to brain storm. We put the ice cream mix in ziploc bags, emptied out some of my grandparents food storage #10 cans, filled it with rock salt, ice, and the mixture bags - and went to town shaking the cans and rolling them across the cabin floor.

After only 15 minutes of "processing time" we had some pretty AMAZING rocky road ice cream. Who says the pioneers had it so rough? If they had ice cream like this, they could have walked and walked another 2,000 miles. YUM! (and yes, this is some of the wonderful food that I could not avoid or control entering my tummy).

What a fantastic weekend with great family, great food and great weather!!