My extended family of thirteen took our annual birthday celebration on the road to a cabin in a world where pine trees are planted in perfect rows, motels pride themselves on having cable tv and air conditioning, and the nearest town had a high school but no grocery store. I've written two blog posts about our journey but both left me with a "Who cares?" feeling. So I'm going to try something a little different. Let me know if you like it or not.
(Most photo credits belong to Laura but some are mine and some Mom's)
One day we went tubing and kayaking down the river. We were expecting a two-hour adventure, but it really took upwards of four. The beer cooler got its own tube, but we forgot to pack food. I felt like a message in a bottle; except at one point I was being blown upstream rather than down.
We had four dogs with us. This is Holly, Queen of the World. I was less than thrilled when she decided I needed a wake-up kiss on my nose at 8am...