We all took a family trip to visit Rick (my brother) and his family at Thanksgiving. One day, we went for a hike out in some silly park with rolling hills and beautiful views. While enjoying the breathtaking view, Rick pointed out how great it is to live in California. I don’t know… I’d be scared to hang Christmas lights there.
Anyway, here is a family photo we stopped to pose for.
From Left to Right:
My dad Dallas (Granddaddy) – Holding Milo (my nephew)
My mom Alice (Nanny – her “Grandma” alternate name)
My sister-in-law Amanda
Me (Ben… in the Green sweater) – Milo and Lola’s Uncle - and BOB’s DADDY!
My older brother Rick (in red) – Holding Lola (my niece)
Katie – Holding BOB (still cooking for a few more months)
My younger brother Patrick – who had to set the camera timer then run to get in the picture.
This hike was in a beautiful park with lots of little winding trails that go up and down the hills. I heard that there is a hidden waterfall, but we didn’t go that far. There were a few horses present when we arrived. In addition, there were plenty of signs telling people to yield to these horses. There were also signs telling people to mind their dogs (aka – poopie scoop). That’s when Katie pointed this out:
Horses drop HUGE piles of poop wherever they want along the trail, and the horse owners are not expected to clean up after them. It’s up to the hikers to constantly keep a vigilant eye (and nose) out for any steaming obstacles in the trail ahead. However, while dog poop would not be described as pleasant, many dogs will at least have the courteousy to wander slightly off of the trail to finish their digestion, keeping their land mines safely out from underfoot. Yet, dog owners must brave the thistles, collect these fragrant treasures, and carry them back to camp like trophies from the hunt. Doesn’t make any sense. Katie is so insightful.
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