Like most people we are sick and tired of winter. So when a day came along that the mercury just barley touched 50 degrees we jumped on it. We called up our friends the Sipps and planned a hike and picnic on the beach. Beach in our neck of the woods means a beach along the Arkansas (r-kansas not r-can-saw) River. The kids were just beside themselves with the excitement of a trek through the woods where there just might be bears.
The beach is out the back gate over the levy and through the woods.
We stopped in route to explore and climb a downed tree. Ella is showing Nora a snail shell.
Looking for bears or some such monster in the tree.
Tim's method of transportation.
At last at the beach where we start a fire to cook hot dogs while the kids build sandcastles.
Keeping warm. Maybe it wasn't quite 50 degrees.
Da Sipps or at least three of them.
Heading home.
At last at the beach where we start a fire to cook hot dogs while the kids build sandcastles.
Keeping warm. Maybe it wasn't quite 50 degrees.
Da Sipps or at least three of them.Heading home. (That's Wyatt)
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