A baby ordering room service…
and he did one fine job, I might add.
Tons of forests and marshy land. We live in what is commonly referred to as a desert–so we were duly impressed. In our world, lush green is a tough commodity to come by in the middle of July.
These fabulous, ancient farmhouses kept popping all over the place. I want them. All of them. Pretty sure I annoyed everyone by shouting, “Look at that one!” every 20 seconds. I was powerless to stop it.
Lyndi and I did break up the monotony by shrieking, “BEAVER!” and leaping from the car before it came to a complete stop, so that we could get a picture of the little guy. He had a big problem with two crazed women sprinting across his meadow towards him, I guess. The bad sport jumped into this canal pipe before I could get my camera turned on.
We saw the very first beaver I’ve ever seen, in my entire life.
I just can’t prove it.
We met back up with Jillian for a tour up “the hill.” You know, the big, steep, switch-backy, smallish mountain. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too bad. I was expecting to have to pay for a pack mule or camel or something to get me up this thing. The treadmill work must be paying off. Lucky for me because they were all out of beasts of burden.
She showed us the creepy pagan idols that are used as props in the play. Good thing we don’t worship those nasty looking things. What are they suppose to be anyway? yikes.
This is what 7000 seats looks like from the moon—I mean, the top of the hill. You can’t really tell, but we are standing just back from a very steep, deadly edge of this hill. I mean, you could seriously plunge to your death from this place. yikes again.
We saw the Angel Moroni Monument…so pretty.
and headed back down the foresty side of the hill.
Oh, Chompy was impressed with all this, let me tell you.
Back on the road and passing more of those houses that I want…
One Chill and Grill Hamburger. Yum.
One Chill and Grill “Junk Plate” for The Bald Kid. Let this be a lesson to you. Never assume that anything called a junk plate could possibly taste…you know, good. It was hard to watch–and harder to sit by. Blaugh…
Now this chicky has the right idea.
Tons of beautiful church steeples. You’ll just have to trust me that there were churches attached.
We took the tour through the 150 year old Grandin Printing Company. Scoff if you will, but we actually like this kind of stuff.
Even the litle dudes were being good sports. Good thing too because while driving along, minding our own business…we discovered…
a good old fashioned country fair! WoooHoooo!
To be continued…