Take me to the river

It wasn't the Jordan River (thank goodness, because it's contaminated with sewage I hear) . . . but it was a spectacular setting for Bennett's baptism.  Outside Beaver Creek Chapel is a stream (one would assume called Beaver Creek).  I thought it would be appropriate for a baptism to take place in the natural charm of this area (Pastor thought I was joking).  Yesterday was a perfect autumn day with the relaxing sound of the creek passing over the rocks and the golden trees as the backdrop (and Bennett didn't  even mind the snow melt being poured on his head). 

   
Bennett was surrounded with those that love him most (and coincidentally decided he would fight sleep for the better part of 4 days).