Saturday, September 06, 2008

Father's Day RVing (Not Camping) :o)

Throwing rocks in the river (during high runoff season). Enough to give Mom a mild heart attack (X4).

















Colby's definition of getting dressed and getting a rise out of Mom.



















Quinten's definition of mimicing
















The breakfast of champions (it only arrives but once a year)



















Morning bed bugs





















As we were uncertain of the weather we booked one night at a time. Colby was obviously more in tune than we gave him credit for. As we were packing up to return home he hiked up the road, picked up additional envelopes and kindly returned to present them to me. Remember, he knows that we use one envelope per night. I think he had us forcasted for 20+ nights.

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