I threw my jacket on and jumped in my seat.
About 20 minutes later... we were cruisin' on the trails.
Daddy (well more Georgie) led the way.
The rocks remind Mommy of a hippo's skin. They look like they are soft and wrinkly instead of jagged. (Dad is hiding in the bottom of the pic.)
While my love for nature is great and obviously I did enjoy the scenery, the little gator on the back of Mom's hat provided great entertainment. Alas, after great effort, I could not remove it.
Well, guess who won that battle.
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