Well, dudes, we've experienced some weather. I sit typing from the desert that hit 110 yesterday, according to the coche. Where we finish our morning bike ride by 830 am because mom just starts melting before our eyes. But, that's not what this blog is about. Nor is it about the three weeks of rain we experienced in Cincinnati before this even began. But, it IS about...
Yeah, near Vail, we were hit again-remember last roadtrip?
And we just have to experience what we can at rest stops along the way.
We took Papa to his first, second and third national parks. Although that's not completely true, you get a hint of the outdoorsman our Papa Jerry really is. You know, he's super lucky, though, he got to hunt squirrels with his old man when he was a kid. I think I'd be good at that....
Anyway, there I go rambling again.
We went to Zion National Park for a few nights. It was glorious. Amazing. Yes, I said these things. Ooooh, the red mountains!
Weiler didn't care so much as long as he was in his typically favorite spot.
I do slow down sometimes and reflect on the larger things in life.
And Reeder likes to live on the edge...
It's amazing how reflective a national park can be. I promise to listen to my mother better, and not pull Reeder's hair when I'm bored in the car, and use my words, and sleep in til 8. That all sound about right Mom?
And Reeder, is well, quite the intellect. Here she's studying for her ranger badge. Notice I'm in the background under Papa's close supervision. Wait, if he's not holding Y, where's the baby? Oh, no. Oh, wait, we actually put him in the stroller that day, nevermind.
I kinda think the cloud below looks like some lips. Often times I'm out of kisses. Luckily, this morning I had one left to give Mom. But I told her that she'll have to wait til I get filled up again.
And then just a hop, skip and a jump away is the most amazing National Park these kids had never been to...Bryce Canyon! (which isnt really a canyon but those are minor details)
After failing to take a self portrait some nice hikers offered to help us out. Y waited at the top with Papa. He (Papa) (well, member Weiler too) was stuck at the top, about 20 feet from the rim, frozen with his debilitating fear of heights.