Centerville Canyon.
An entire year of seeing it out my back window, and I'd somehow never ventured the 0.57 miles to the trailhead.
With just the right combo of Spring sunshine and a gentle breeze, today was the day.
The "diem" to be "carpe"-ed.
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| A brief teaching moment. If I remember correctly, I believe the topic was Why We Don't Throw Rocks At People. |
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| Followed up with a pleasant chat. Mostly about how birds say "tweet", but horses don't say "moo." |
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| Always one to prefer function over fashion, Dad donned these 5-buck beauties, or "gems" I believe was the actual quote. Big enough so he can still wear his eyeglasses underneath. A hard thing to come by. |
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| James and his harmonica provided the mood music for the hike. Dad was thrilled. |
Seasoned hikers.
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| Have there ever been two boys who adore their mother more? p.s. We were all relieved Max brought his shield and pirate sword along. Just in case. |
The grand finale. The parking lot.
1 comment:
you are so funny. the pic of your dad being "thrilled" about the harmonica made me laugh and I loved the peanut and cheerios catching videos. He has such a great laugh, the drool was pretty impressive :), and you are such a great mom!
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