i’ve spent the morning stuffing coats and mittens into bags, zip locking perfume and toothepaste, collecting shoes, hording matched socks, filling water bottles, corralling curling irons and all the other madness it takes to get a family of five out the door for a six night stay.
you wouldn’t believe the mess this tidy pile of stuff can make once we get there. are you ready?
if you ever thought anything was wrong with me i would like you to know your suspicions are justified. (it’s mostly genetic.)
i still remember my dad dropping us off at the top of this canyon and saying, “i’ll pick you up in kendrick.” we eventually made it there, soaking wet and in the dark. the germain’s do know how to have fun. that’s why they always come prepared.
fortunately i married an otto. their idea of weekend fun is napping. i’m still adjusting but i think i can handle it.
