My brother, Taylor, had the idea to regather the family up there, as it had been years, for an early celebration of Pop Pop's retirement. There was lots of food.
And matchbox cars. And more food.
And demands. From the cranky one who likes to be carried everywhere.
And lots of hugs too.
And after we got tired of all the food, there was this to reinterest the appetite. Chocolate raspberry mousse cake in a triple decker. Mmmmmhmmmmm.
The newest addition to the family, baby Dean, didn't cry. Not once. All day.
No children were harmed in the flipping of the hammock.
I found a little orange salamander. Isn't he (she?) cute?
Cort, temporarily over the grumpies, was happy to blow bubbles for his cousin Grady to make him laugh.
And my brother John and I debated whether this was a rat skull. We decided yes.