I will never have a car like that.
My kids shriek if we turn up the volume the tiniest bit when it's a song that the grown-ups enjoy in order to mask the sounds of their voices (it's not like we make them listen to ABBA or anything, sheesh!).
I was all for staying here, at the "Hobo Inn", but when I mentioned it to Wyatt, he said "if that's the hotel, I'm sleeping in the car". What kind of kid am I raising? Who the heck wouldn't want to sleep in a train car? I must spend the rest of the summer showing him the finer things in life, like roughing it.
Aren't old, run-down trains cool? We think so.
But not as cool as free telescope machines . . .
In Paradise. No, really, it's called "Paradise".
Which is enjoyed best on the shoulders of your Daddy.
The view takes your breath away. Or maybe it's the altitude? Either way - gorgeous!
Roughing it, for real. Wyatt was probably dreaming of that train car farther down the mountain when the whole place lost power in the morning!
The kids and their cousins and the giant piece of tree.
One of the moments that makes it all worthwhile.