A huge portion of my childhood memories are of times spent on the Blue Mountain. Memories include: getting firewood, hunting, jeeping, making my dad let me out to walk on the steep hills, looking for deer, cookouts, etc. etc.
My dad is an avid outdoorsman. Anything to do with jeeps. trucks. motorcycles. boats. firewood. animals. guns....you name it....that is my dad.
I on the other hand am an avid "indoorsman". I don't like steep hills. guns. dirt. bugs. blood. cold. dark. hot. fish...you name it...that's me.
I was excited when Grandpa decided to take us all on a hike up on the Blue's. The sights, sounds, and smells of the mountains bring back so many wonderful memories. My boys were in heaven! I think even Camry enjoyed herself...although she is a little bit more like her mom.
Jace and his trusty walking stick
Easton could have hiked all day
Easton, Grandpa, Nemi, Camry, Grandma, Colby, Sage, and Jace
The grandkids and Grandma...Johnson Creek
This is what you hike in when you're a city girl....Grandpa was NOT proud
The girls crossing the creek
Grandpa and Sage
City Slickers
Easton and his walking stick
My little monkey hangin in a tree
in case anyone is wondering...I've got his number... :)
East
Camry and the little boys
This is what you hike in when you're a city girl....Grandpa was NOT proudThe girls crossing the creekGrandpa and SageCity SlickersEaston and his walking stickMy little monkey hangin in a treein case anyone is wondering...I've got his number... :) EastCamry and the little boysThanks for the memories Grandpa! Love you!
4 comments:
Awesome...and I ain't just talkin' 'bout Colby's guns. :)
Denelle I was thinking the same thing. I'm married so I better not ask for his number.
Seriously flip flops! Has girls camp taught you nothing :)!
Looks like fun...I miss the mountains!
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