
Pie Happy Hour, y’all.
Need a minute?


He says there’s a king size bed in that thing, which he does indeed haul with the Mini.
Eensy bit jealous, I am.

Noticed the symbol in the upper center there, and was about to ask, “Are there any spots available near the wifi hotspot?” when intelligence mercifully made its way back to me.
Amphitheater.
That’s the symbol for an amphitheater, Emily.




Em: Turn signals! You’re supposed to use turn signals!
Tim gestures with right hand.
Em: THAT IS NOT A TURN SIGNAL!


And Honey made the breakfast tacos. Off we go!

These are the colors we trekked through.
For 2.5 hours. Good for the heart, good for the brain, and I’m pretty sure I hiked my overhips back down to a size 8.

Um, if you can’t have a fire or a martini, how are you to survive the night? Sheesus.


Tim took the photos — and also wondered out loud if this guy would fit in the Dutch oven.
