Evelyn is wearing her Elsa heels around the campsite. We’re getting stared at here…. there’s serious judging going on. Doesn’t bother me, but I want to make sure that Rebecca knows. Becky…. you did this. I am not responsible for this.
Scott and I had been talking about me learning to do everything on the RV (even the solidly blue jobs) so that while he's away at a professional event in Feb/March we'll be squared away. Scott, "Ok, you're driving today."...
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...
"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...