My folks took me to an air show where we got to see the Air Force Thunderbirds do their thing. Since they practiced right over my house for the previous two days, I focused my attention on showing everyone my growing teeth.
mmm...that actually is still kind of cool.
We also went to watch the rodeo. It was okay, not great - kinda boring for me. I mean can I touch the horse? No. Can I ride the horse? No.
LAME.
Now what was great? All of the special treats lying on the ground around the bleacher seats. I ended up spending more time than I would have preferred in Mom's arms. She kept taking my little found treasures and giving me crackers. Dirty hot tamales are so much better.
While I may not have had the opportunity to ride a rodeo horse, a steed of another kind came to visit my house - my great uncle Pat's motorcycle.
Something is wrong here...
After some rides, Uncle Pat & Aunt Sherry took us all to Estes Park for a realxing long weekend.
About 2 minutes after arriving, we saw a fox right outside our door. Instead of doing something cool, it just popped a squat and peed. Needless to say, while the trip may have piqued a little too soon, this was the best thing we saw all weekend.
Here we are on top of the tallest peak in Rocky Mountain National Park. The sun was slightly bright, hence everyone looking like 1 day old puppies - except me. Perfect eyesight.
Not surprisingly, I dominated the mountain.
Goodbye for now!
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