It was a Thanksgiving for the ages, with nieces and friends from far and away. Well from Phoenix. And LA. We had ourselves a big ol time, I tell you what. I took some... well, three photos but then delegated the role of historian because 1) my phone was being weird and 2) I found new photo settings that made for very psychodelic images and 3) I was too
While we wait, though, let's not forget that there was a whole adventure that took place in the vacation days leading up to Thanksgiving! Remember? We went to San Elijo!
|ahhhh, San Elijo|
We had gorgeous, summer like weather and a really good dose of family time in our awesome yet oddly structured campsite.
|Here are the things I love in this photo, in no particular order: the boy, the scooter, the girl, the westy, the bikes, the surfboard, the trees, the slippers.|
|We can all fit in the Westy, but it's tight, and someone snores.|
|Some of those someones slept in the tent.|
Today in a stunning display of duplicity, I want to share the route taken by my children for the traditional last day voyage to notorious VG bakery. Remember this funny scene?
It inspired. And with a convenient tree placed just so...
My boy popped right up and over, then stood impatiently telling my girl to hurry.
|She didn't care for the tree idea|
|Oy, the face.|
|She went back to the part where the top was less pointy.|
|Aw, look how he helps.|
|Wait, take your camera for obligatory donut porn!|
|Wait, let me get a picture of you on the other side!|
|Wait, where'd they go?|
|Well, Moki, according to your big sister's photo tour, first they walked by the fabled Cardiff Kook|
|Then they approached the Muthaland with the expectation of instant gratification after their long, arduous journey.|