My Dad continues to spoil his kids and grandkids rotten. We just spent a long weekend at a beautiful cabin in Island Park. The weather was perfect (not too hot, not too cold) and I really didn't want to leave.
Lauren with her friends: wooden bear, Cherry and Elmo.
Tyler on the paddle board. Yes, he's more coordinated than I am, even at his young age. I did ok on the canoe. I didn't brave the paddle board. The water was way too cold.
The family that face paints together, stays together.
Interesting fact about me. I love to play tour guide and give tours of places I know absolutely nothing about. This is me on one of those tours at Big Springs. The tour went well.
Don't hate us, but this was right outside our cabin. When you walked down the stairs from the deck, you could either turn left to the hot tub or continue going straight to this picture-perfect lake, which was just past the fire pit where Bryce made me yummy marshmallows. Yeah, don't hate us.
Fishing! Did we catch anything? No. Did we care? No.
A huge joke of the weekend was that I somehow missed this giant rotating can of root beer on the way into West Yellowstone. So we stopped for a picture on the way out. Apparently there really was a giant rotating can of root beer on the way in. Who knew?
