Summer 'Splorin

Gittin' a lil' bit warmer in these parts. Reckon I'd best be doin' some 'splorin in them hills. But try as I may, them hills always be gittin' the best o' me. Weren't more than thirty seconds out of ma' car 'fore the mountain toppled me helter skelter in the biggest, dirtiest, overflowed crick 'round here.



















Round two versus the mountain, and the special forces were deployed to sap my strength.

Round two ended in a decoy trail that was flooded to the gills.

Round three was saved by Krystal's homemade picnic placemats.

There's more than one way to get across the flooded plains.

Smores are smore better with jumbo marshmallows.

Round three ended with a lively frolic across the plains of flowers. Guess you couldn't see the bunnies and squirrels prancing with us in the picture.