~Sunshine on my Shoulder-just a stop on the trip.
~Going Back-more pictures from convention.
~A Night at the Farm-stopping at Grandpa Larry's farm on the way back home.
Have a great week!
Our days and years are passing, spent as a tale that's told.
Out at the East Farm. The green wheat blades are starting the head out. A photo moment with the kids above. They're happy to be at Grandpa's farm!
Randy checking out the rain gauge and crops at "Harry's". At least a half an inch of rain!
Crop looking good...
Glen takes kids for a wagon ride out the get the mail...
A bedtime snack with Glen, Alan, Wayne and Grandpa. A special evening together...
We spent the night in Grandpa's travel trailor. Here is what the girls looked like in the morning...
Finally headed home and being passed by Amtrak along the way. We waved to you Glen!
The End.
Then the next morning Randy and Dad fixed up the back of the van... It got us all the rest of the 500 miles home through wind sun and rain...
And then we got home and got the window replaced.
It's been 19 years since Randy has been back to the convention he grew up going too. The kids and I have never been there but enjoyed hearing him tell us about this special place. For quite a few years now we have been wanting to get back there but haven't been able to. With the recent "forced time-offs" that Randy has had to take at work, we decided this was the year to go. This meant we would have two conventions back to back because our home convention was only the week before. Wowza! But it all turned out perfect and now we are basking in the glow of the special memories...
We took two days to make the 580 mile trip across the top of Montana. As we neared our destination we saw more and more oil wells and grain bins. The beauty is not all that makes this land rich...
A highlight of the trip was spending time with cousins. Here are the girls with cousin Lana!
This path through the farm fields made a beautiful walk. The weather was perfect most of the days we were there...
It was special to spend time with Great Grandma Ruth...
Here is Colter with friend Kip and cousin Evan!
Randy took this picture. He enjoys seeing these nice straight rows of wheat...


A tent full of more girls...
The sunset on our last night...
We have been so privilaged lately and feel like we have been given so much to help and encourage. One of the thoughts that has stuck with me and I can't help but sharing is...
On our recent trip east we stopped along the way to visit some friends. Turns out they had a bucket lift "thing-a-majig". We all had a chance to try it out. Here are some pictures...




A special night spent at the Best Western! Yes this Fathers Day picture with the pajama clad kids will have to do this year.
It was so nice to spend time with both of our Fathers these last two weeks. Here I met Dad and Colter coming back from an afternoon walk up to the bald spot. I guess they lost the trail and didn't get all the way up. Maybe next year...
And then we enjoyed surprising Grandpa Larry by going over east for convention and not telling him we were coming! Here we are visiting outside our tent trailer. We will always remember this special time together...
Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father!~Lydia Maria Child
On our recent trip to the eastern prairie, I took these wild flower pictures. Be sure to check out THIS POST to see my latest mountain wild flower pictures. These pretty wild roses above grow not only on the wide open prairie but also here in the mountains. They always remind me of my Grandma Alice who loved them so much...




Randy took the picture of the baby fawn above. I wonder if he is hoping that no one sees him in the tall grass? Randy almost stepped on him until someone pointed the little guy out. And the Momma must have been standing nearby hoping he wouldn't be seen either...
Later in our travels someone told us about this baby owl so I went and found him perched in the tree by the nest. Looks like he had outgrown the nest and he was probably waiting for night when he would fly away and find something to eat. When I see those beady eyes, I'm glad that I'm not a field mouse.