Thursday, April 5, 2012

Hitting the Hill

Walking time.  Come on Mama.  Lets go!  See the hill? I know it turns the corner and keeps going up.  We're a third of the way there. Neat huh?  I know there is something on the other side worth seeing - Dad is over there.  Oh boy, oh boy.  Mom?  Forget the photography; you are stalling.

Boy, Mom is a wimp.  We had to keep checking out the flowering stuff - so sissy.  I humor her, but who wouldn't rather sniff interesting stuff?  Then fifty minutes later we get to the park on the down side of the hill and I let Mom catch her breath.  Don't listen to her - I certainly did not want to be carried the last bit of the hill!


  1. they are full of excuses
    Benny & Lily

  2. It would be a wild ride, but we could put Henry in a pack on Daisy Mae's back for a tour of the So. Fork.