Miracle of miracles, Bob picked out a new hat! I think Ali is fighting with him over his plastic!
No big deal, you might say. Until you see this--
the lucky fishing hat, stomped on, soaked, windblown, spat upon, well aged. And maybe retired? I will believe that when I see it!
Here you will see Eben and Art explaining the virtues of a good hat to little Tre--
I would love to return to Sedona for a longer visit when I am feeling up to some hiking and exploring. We were all suffering the effects of a nasty virus, which kind of slowed us down. But
that didn't detract from the beautiful views all around us. They say there are mystical forces in those hills, I wish we had found the ones that cure the common cold!
Ava was not deterred by any old bug, in fact, she was able to wrestle this bear for a ride!
We made it back home in one piece, ears plugged and popping for long after we touched down. We hope to return to the southwest again, with plans for even more fun!
2 comments:
I call dibs on Dad's old hat if he retires it.
That hat is like the Zubaz...forever with us!
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