And even though I'm not an elephant (yet...)it does look a lot bigger from where I'm standing. So I feel big. But it still took the token hand-under-the-belly to make it look like i didn't just eat a huge lunch.
And we went to Green River, UT last weekend to visit grandma Hatt and see the fam. And kolt did some camping/hiking/almost dying on the side of the mountain with my dad and his scouts. I mean...they were testing their manliness with lack of water and 90+ degree temps...
But before I almost became fatherless and a widow on the same day, we played around at the ranch Kolt's grandparents run.
The first thing we wanted to do was show Des the puppies they train to hunt birds:
He was a bit overwhelmed by their puppiness. He got scratched once and that was that. But they were cute. And smelly. But cute.
We did other stuff but the pics were less excited/cute/interesting/whatever. I shall leave you with this beauty taken by Kolt on his death hike:






















