So we’re back.
What we saw: Bison, bison, and more bison. Bennett called them “spice-ons” until he got tired of that and began calling them “heffalumps,” ala Winnie-the-Pooh. They really do look like heffalumps, and I’m thinking of starting a campaign for name-changing, right after I unpack the trailer and begin working on the massive piles of laundry that five people in the wilderness for six days can create.
And I have a more thoughtful post to write, and links to share, and some funny stories to relate (I think they are funny, anyway) but that will all have to wait until I’ve slept in my own bed for a night, which is, afterall, one of the very best things about going on vacation. Coming home.
It’s good to be back.