They were trying to hide from me.
So I took a picture of this duck instead:He didn't mind standing still for the camera. He thinks he is a supermodel. Work it baby!
Haven't I introduced Jason?
Here is Jason:
Anyway, all this chicken chasing and steer gazing was making us hungry, so we decided to head on over to the chow line:
I was walking along (digesting), and I saw this:
Lo and behold, my man and my baby on some sort of motorized vehicle! The best part about this picture though is my parents, walking in the background - not a care in the world.
They went by me pretty fast, so I went back to enjoying the view:Before I knew it, we were headed farther into the back forty (I mean, ten . . . as in acres) and into a vast collection of trails.
Mom? Hey mom! Wait for me!
After I caught up with her, we found this huge tree:See Mike demonstrate just how mighty this tree really is by stretching his arms (and beer) out in front of it, and he has some long arms - by the way. Mike was our tour guide and I didn't check with him to see if he minded having his picture on the Internet, but trust me - he has eyes, and even glasses. If it weren't for Mike, we would still be wandering around on those trails!
Then, I heard a sound coming from behind us.
I turned, and I saw this:I almost fainted.
Lo and behold, my first born, riding some sort of motorized vehicle! What's next, brain surgery? Climbing Mt. Everest? Diving with sharks? At least he had a helmet on.
We found our way out of the trails and back to the party, led only by the smoke signal they were using to help us guide our way (thanks everyone, for the smoke signal!):
Where we spent the rest of the day doing things like this:
Without a care in the world. (and yes, that dog is sporting a mohawk)