"Ouch! Direct hit! Nailed me in the arm!" Me to Evie. We were in a game of dodgeball-lite, using little green apples we found on the beach. Me to Scott, "Incoming on your 8!" He narrowly avoided a lobbed apple...
No shit there he was.... it's one of those stories. Traveling down the highway in Tennessee, at 8:45 am, Nate was asleep on the couch of the RV (buckled in) and Scott was tired but full of coffee and ready...
Today is the day to see Old Faithful. It goes off consistently every 90 minutes, plus or minus 13 minutes. I woke up and checked the schedule to get an idea of when we should drop by and I see...
