I was cozy and my body rebelled against me, not wanting to get up just yet.
Groaning, I rolled over and caught of whiff of campfire smoke.
I paused, sniffed my hair, and recoiled.
We had come home late last night so I didn't bother to wash my hair.
Dropping my head into my pillow, I thought about yesterday.
We had gone to "Grandma's House" to see Luke's family. He was also determined to get in a four-wheeler ride with the kids.
So we did.
It was in the afternoon by the time we finally got going, which was probably a good thing because although the sun was shining, it was pretty chilly up there in the mountains.
Not that the kids cared one bit.
The trail we followed took us up to "Hidden Lake". This particular trail is insanely bumpy as the rains had washed away the dirt, leaving nothing but rocks, rocks, and more rocks.
Oh, and there was nothing but rocks.
Did I mention the trail was nothing but rocks?
Just so we're clear, the trail was very rocky.
I did my best to hold Alayna in place as I drove up the trail, feeling strangely like a bobble-head toy.
I'm amazed my brain didn't shake out my nose.
I'm suddenly feeling strangely like Dr. Seuss. Perhaps because of Savannah's hat?
Girl with sticks.
Boy with stacks.