Driving down to the campsite
As you can see, our regular campsite has a new crop. Acres of beer. Well–potential beer anyway. It is wheat, it waves, and does indeed smell sweet.
Found this very interesting tree while hiking. It had grown into a nearly 90 degree angle. Hubby says it looks like it is flexing a muscle. Probably trying to intimidate a tree hugger.
Then we came upon a threat. Really, they were coming right at us.
Thankfully we were ready for them
Unfortunately, I didn’t get any shots of us taking them out with the Federal Hydroshocks. I was far too busy reloading and breaking out with some kind of redneck yell. Wouldn’t have been much of a picture anyway. Those particular melons were vaporized.
We had a great time. The kiddo was exhausted but happy.
You would be right in assuming that there is some sort of mischief planned in those eyes. Don’t let those freckles fool you.
And then there’s me
The crispy one in the bunch. Must be due to global warming.