This morning, after I pried the minions grubby little fingers off of the Playstation, we took a walk in the woods with my Dad.
We went to the log cabin where he was born and hiked around the creek and the bluffs.
I tried to collect a bouquet of flowers but, ya know, winter.
Actually, I’m not sure if that’s moss or mushrooms. They’re both fungus’ (fungi?), right?
Stella is in an ornery stage where she has completely lost the ability to smile in pictures.
I have no clue.
It’s awkward.
And ever present.
And almost arrogant.
Well, come on then fussy britches! What are you giving me that look for?
“Driver, take me somewhere fabulous!”
Ya gotta love the tree growing out of the wheel base fender bumper thingy. Let’s just call it the WBFBT for short.
I guess that’s what happens when you forget where you parked your car in 1928.
This cave looked very promising. It had an opening that one person could belly crawl through but none of us did. So, yes, I’m sure there is definitely gold in it.
We didn’t find gold anywhere but we did find this cool old bottle inscribed J R Watkins Co. I googled it and it looks like Mr Watkin’s company sold pharmaceuticals back in the day. Tonics and what not.
We also found a truly disgusting deer carcass but didn’t take pictures of it. You’re welcome.
Perhaps that deer could have used one of Mr Watkin’s tonics.
Meh…probably not.