When Grandma and Grandpa come we drop everything to go hiking. (I should do it even when they are not here.)
When I am hiking I tend to take more pictures too.
But I'd wish I'd had a picture of the moments surrounding this wagon ride. It was wild. Three boys flying down a hill as fast as they could possibly go without anyone to stop them and not a sound from any of them. Then plop. Over turned the wagon. The scratch on Bridger's nose was the only tell-tale sign anything had happened. It was an awesome experience.
We stopped at a gazebo near this lake.
We walked about 3.3 miles that day and it took us 2 and half hours to pull a wagon with two boys and one little one on my back.
Thanks for the good times!
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