My 6-yr old Grace gives her unbiased opinion of 19th century bedpans.
Buffalo in Teddy Roosevelt National Park South Unit. Buffalo poop looks deceptively like rocks, the kind my 9-yr old Connor likes to pick up.
The kids posing on scoria rocks. It's RED!!
Rock collection. Cool. Rocks made into a fire ring. Cooler. Having a pretend fire in the RV camper. Uber cool!
Classic Emma moment.
Youthful enthusiam of watching the coal train fly by one block behind my RV. Every time a train went by, the kids would stop everything and run to the nearest window/door to watch the train. Connor would count engines and cars for every train.
Roasting marshmallows on a windy, soggy day.
Thank you family for coming out to see me. Thank you Carrie for making the long drive. Thank you kids for spending your weekend cooped up in a small trailer and exploring the badlands in cold, soggy weather. When you left, I cried. I can't wait to come home and see you.
Love,
Dad
1 comment:
About time you posted something! Looks like you had a fun weekend! Half nice, half rotten weather here.
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