Christopher scowling, Lydia smiling and on her mark, Eden looking down and only in the picture on her own terms: this picture definitely tells a story.
Here we all are, if you discount Eden’s face – she did. This is our third day in Montana as well as the third morning Paul did not shave. Banjos have not yet begun to strum, but they will…they will.
Eden was told she could not step onto the rock. Clever (and naughty) girl, she dropped to her knees to throw pebbles in a puddle. Please note the mountains and then remember, this is an “ugly” day in Montana.
This was where we stopped to have lunch. It was cool and the wind was blowing. Sherry bemoaned the lack of sun, but it seemed perfect for a picnic at Glacier Park.
I’m going to show up as the resident whiner and complainer in pretty much all of these posts, right? I suppose it’s an accurate portrayal of the week. Oh, well.
I’m loving seeing the photos and captions. Keep them coming.
Not whining and complaining, just squinting at the sky and wishing in the best hostessy sort of way – that’s the way I took it. Sorry if I’m making you sound like Debbie Downer. 🙂 You just wanted us to see it all.
We love Montana. We have been on the going to the sun road, although I must admit I missed most of it due to a car narcolepsy thing. But we have stayed at a campground in east glacier a couple different summers (without the kids) and did some serious hiking. We maintain that it is the prettiest spot on earth that we’ve seen.