Daddy put me in my backpack (a hand-me-down from my friend, Sawyer) and then wrapped me up in an orange reflector vest to keep away the bullets.
Here's where Daddy hiked me to. It's called Rocky Pond. I think I'll take my hat off now.
If I stand right here they'll think I have a halo intead of hat head.
Snack break! But first we have to pretend to stare at the ground while Daddy takes a picture.
Now what should we do?
It's log! It's log! It's big, it's heavy, it's wood! It's log! It's log! It's better than bad -- it's good!
I guess that's why they call it Rocky Pond. While Daddy was taking this picture...
... I was high-tailing it back to camp.
That sun set really quick. I'm glad I had that hat after all!
Friday, October 17, 2008
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Felicity you and Daddy Rock!
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