To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. ~Clara Ortega
Monday, June 14, 2010
For Memorial Day we decided that we hadn't gone hiking for quite some time and being the adventurous family that we are we decided that it would be a great activity. So we toted all us up there, ninth month pregnant woman included. Despite her protests that she would birth her baby while hiking, Shelby was a good sport and beat everyone up and down the mountain. We all looked like fools. The place we hiked at was the same place we went to everytime when we were little. Everything was the same, except for the millions of bikers there that would run us off the trail every second. Darn people who think they have to exercise all the time. We ate lunch by the river for traditions sake, and Tanner pushed Brandon into the river. We'll miss him. Afterwards we came home and had a barbeque.
The river there was gorgeous! Breath-taking!
Where'd Lexi go? Oh no! Can anyone find her?
Going mountain climbing on Memorial Day with the Family.
What are you doing Brandon? Ha-Ha. Pointing at what?