Hazel, Zoe, and Dash, reading books on the dirt road, as you do....
Dash has recently found the double barrel nose pick sensation.
Catching fish right off your campsite rules.
Doesn't really matter that Dash couldn't touch both feet to the ground on the borrowed strider bike, he loved it all the same.
I seem to be up early, and that meant reading to the early risers.
And walking endless laps around the campground.
Home is where the truck is parked.
Middle of August in this part of the world means it is already down jacket season.
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