On Saturday night, we went up the canyon with some friends for a little dutch oven dinner (mmmmm! thanks, Julie!) and fun. Our friends brought up a couple of motorcycles, too, which was a bonus. Anyways, the campsite was perfect--right by a little stream, with tons of huge rocks and trees and trails and "secret spots" ideal for playing Dinosaur. Except for the broken glass everywhere. If anyone's in the market for some beer bottle glass shards to melt down for your glass sculpting or handmade stained glass (c'mon, I know this applies to about 80% of you reading this), this place is a pristine collecting ground...I actually don't think any of the kids got any glass slivers for the entire time we were up there, which is a small miracle based upon the fact that the glass was like ground cover around the site. Grrr. Makes me mad.
Anyways, it was a fabulous time. All the kids got deliciously filthy. In fact, when it was time to go, we just grabbed two who looked about like Carson and Layla's size and brought them home. We weren't sure we even had the right kids until they'd soaked in the tub for about an hour...phew. Lucky guess.
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Ha! Funny post. You need to be paid to write. Als this--you are so tan and hot!
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