It started with picking Uncle Mick up from the airport last Friday. We had SO much fun playing with him while he was here. We even got to go camping.
Little boys. Big tree.
Collecting stuff.
Looking out for ostriches. (I announced to Uncle Mick that there was an ostrich in our campsite. He thought it might be a turkey. We decided it was funnier to call them ostriches.)
Ryan right before he crashed.
All camped out.
Uncle Mickey making fire.
Or at least making smoke. Turns out, the saying "where there's smoke, there's fire" isn't always true...
The cabin.
Helping Uncle Mick.
Daddy bow drilling. It took some practice...
...but he got it!
Probably the last fire Dad will ever start in this way. (We won't re-tell the story here to save Dad from any further embarrassment...but let's just say we better not ever run out of matches.)
Me and my Dad.
Direct quote: "Hey guys! Those clouds look like boobs!"
Ryan at the ice cream parlor. He looks suspiciously like Gary Busey.
A little llama drama on the streets of Julian.
Nice teeth.
I love him.
Me and Ryan, dancing out in the field.
Checking stuff out under the big tree.
Ryan was trying to sneak something out of Dad's pocket.
The inside of the cabin. It was so nice...but I didn't sleep in there. I slept in a tent with Uncle Mick.
That's it for camping photos. We are back home now. We took Uncle Mick back to the airport on Tuesday.
We were pretty sad to see him leave, but we headed right back to the airport Wednesday morning to pick up Uncle Brian, Lindsay, and Carleigh!!!
We have been having an awesome time playing together already. We'll post some more pics of our fun later.
Love,
J
1 comment:
Wow, that sure looked like a lot of fun! That cabin looked really nice. Great pictures and narrative. You sure know how to write a fine caption. You could teach the people I work with a thing or two!
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