We saw a lot of wide open and flat landscapes. And grouchy daughters.
And places for the good guys in westerns to hide while they wait to ambush the bad guys.
This was in Park City, Utah, and those are the ski jumps in Olympic Park in the background over Colleen’s shoulder. If you remember that I posted from there…you may remember that from the tone of my post I wanted to push those smiling children down that ski jump and send them sailing into the air.
Look at them smiling….like we hadn’t had a meltdown the night before. I got over it, though. And they survived the trip without serious scarring.