On the ferry to Haines. Check his bottom left lip for more liquid sunshine aka drool
He got splashed by some Lynn Canal water.
He is too old to be carried, but too rowdy not to be.
How much is this vacation costing me?
On the 4x4's. For all intents and purposes, this should have been a lousy trip due to the cold and rain and general disposition of all Wicks and Greshams. But somehow we pulled it off and had a great time.
Two keys to the positive experience: travel blankets and an in-depth conversation about which plants would hurt the most to use in a backpacking number 2 wiping situation. This is my life with boys.
At one point the boys were chanting "Nana! Nana! Nana!" like she was a superstar. She was a superstar to deal with all of us for more than a week.
Riding mules never smelled so fresh.
Back to the mother ship.
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