
Abbey and I eat 'em sliced with salt and a little bit of pepper. It's what we had for lunch today!



Mr. Higgins tried to escape the yard on several occasions. Here he is wishing he never got caught.
Anthony mowed the lawn for us that day. I think he was pretty tired by the time evening rolled around. Thanks Anthony!
Randy and Frank.

Same color as the sky!


I wish, somehow, that these photos could do justice to the sheer, natural beauty of this place... but they absolutely cannot.
If only pictures had sound, for only then could you realize the calming effect of rushing, gushing water spilling itself over a mountain of rock...
X marks the spot!
This is called a glacial boulder. Boy, was it ever heavy!









