When camping with my parents, we prefer backing the tears up at a right angle to form the double kitchen, but back to back is next best.
We had some fun climbing around on what has to be the world's largest rootball:
(Great steps for climbing but it's hard to see the scale from this photo.)
Way up there...
The river is extremely clear and beautiful:
Building stick houses on the beach:
And now, on a more sobering note, I must tell the tail of Sluggo the Snail:
My mother has this great indestructable microscope that she takes everywhere.
She and Katie look at all kinds of stuff - moss, shells, cuts, rocks, etc...
Katie's latest subject for examination was called Sluggo the Snail. He was very small.
Perhaps he also suffered from an identity crisis of sorts, because he was hyperactive and would not hold still. Whoever thinks that slugs are slow has never tried to take a photo of one in a microscrope. These guys cruise.
Unfortunately, Sluggo cruised across the breakfast table and ran over some salt. It was very sad. We held a cremation service around the campfire, and Katie made up a song about Sluggo. Tears were shed. And that was the end of Sluggo the Snail.
We had some fun climbing around on what has to be the world's largest rootball:
(Great steps for climbing but it's hard to see the scale from this photo.)
Way up there...
The river is extremely clear and beautiful:
Building stick houses on the beach:
And now, on a more sobering note, I must tell the tail of Sluggo the Snail:
My mother has this great indestructable microscope that she takes everywhere.
She and Katie look at all kinds of stuff - moss, shells, cuts, rocks, etc...
Katie's latest subject for examination was called Sluggo the Snail. He was very small.
Perhaps he also suffered from an identity crisis of sorts, because he was hyperactive and would not hold still. Whoever thinks that slugs are slow has never tried to take a photo of one in a microscrope. These guys cruise.
Unfortunately, Sluggo cruised across the breakfast table and ran over some salt. It was very sad. We held a cremation service around the campfire, and Katie made up a song about Sluggo. Tears were shed. And that was the end of Sluggo the Snail.
