Annual trip to the hills for firewood. This was Labor Day. Those logs are now all cut, split, and stacked nicely waiting to be burned.
David, pre-haircut.
Birthday
Our neighbor does professional rodeo. He's the nicest guy in the world and lets the kids ride his horses (and wear his hats). Too bad in these pictures the kids all have white mouths from the baseball-sized jawbreakers they'd been sucking on for the past 3 days.
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