So yesterday our dear friends here in Wyoming took us to beautiful Jackson Hole (an hour and a half away) to shop, see the sights, and in general "conquer the territory" as the brothers would say. We loved it! Unfortunately I don't have pictures handy of everything (the other pics are on various sibling's iPhones and I
would hate to bother them
am too lazy to get them to email them to me. Confession is good for the soul, right? So maybe later. Meanwhile, I give you what photos Jake's camera captured...
|Frisbee game in the park after our picnic lunch (SHOUTOUT to Miss Dana|
for all the yummy food we're eating up here!)
|Brotherly competition. I love it.|
|The sisters watching the game in the brother's coats. It.was.cold.|
L to R: Lundyn, Lana, Rachel. Thanks guys!
|The writer assumes no responsibility for the facial expressions of anyone|
in this photograph. Enough said.
(oh, and the orange-coated person to the left is not a rebellious child or a sibling
we don't like to photograph...merely a bystander, bless her heart.)
|The Tetons! |
|Snow... in September. Fellow southerners, I share your disbelief.|
And if that doesn't look like a page right out of a storybook, I am not a bookworm.
Enter the buffalo. (The huff&blow, as the photographer took a shine to calling him.) We were driving merrily down this gorgeous mountain road and saw said creature grazing near the shoulder. Both vehicles stopped, and from the first one I watched as the brothers exited the other, crossed the road, and started snapping pics from 20 feet away. Then my sweet friend (name withheld so as not to incriminate Dana Smith) mentioned the fact that buffaloes, when angered, are fond of charging/goring/trampling/killing people to death. And I was like, Oh Lord, please! Not while I'm watching!
It was a trying time, my friends.* Thankfully God granted my request and all of my beloved brothers are still with us. All that said, they did get some nice pics, wouldn't you say?
|I don't mean any disrespect, but this dude's face so reminds me of one of|
Si Robertson's expressions. Hey, Jack!
Well, there you have it. I am literally in awe of God's artistic abilities here... the pictures don't do this place justice!
*For those who care, a transcript of Jake's and my text conversation after the buffalo experience:
J: Dad wouldn't let me get close enough to that stupid huff&blow!
L: I'm so thankful he did not gore you and trample you and rend you into pieces. I was dying inside.
J: He's no more dangerous than Papaw's bulls.
L: Um, yes he is. 1) he's wild and 2) he outweighs them by like 50000 tons. Or pounds or whatever.
J: More like about 1000 pounds and I'm wild too!
L: You may be wild but you don't have horns and hooves and 500000 tons or pounds of muscle.
J: He only weighs like 3000 to 4000 lbs and I have hands and feet and I'm a lot smarter than him!
L: Well you're cuter than him anyway. And yes of course smarter. I'm SO THANKFUL you're still alive and I don't have to cry every day of my life.
J: Yeah that too!
Love the pictures. And the texting conversation regarding the "huff&blow". You, Lana dear, have a gift for writing, as I've already told you before. YOU SHOULD WRITE A BOOK! (I might actually read it! haha) Y'all have fun & try not to get gored or trampled to death! :)ReplyDelete
The photos are great! It looks like your dad is feeling better. I hate to be the one to say it, but I don't think you will be needing those coats around here anytime soon! ;)ReplyDelete
Haha, Sarah, I just might do that! One autographed copy, headed your way. Jennifer, don't remind me! I'm not looking forward to coming back to 100 degree reality! Miss both of you ladies! LanaDelete