I often try to find things I am better at than Brent (because there are very very few things). One thing I discovered two weekends ago is that I'm better at the Great Salt Lake. I don't even know exactly what that means but I am. We went and he was pretty grossed out by the smells, the extra salty water, sinking into the salty sand water, and walking and touching anything there in general. He got better as time went on, but at the onset of his virgin voyage he was very unsure. Apparently he liked it though because we went back for more with Jana and Billy the next night.
For starters, here are some jumping shots. We haven't had tons of these lately so I will very willingly grace with you with some.
The second night that we went out with Jana and Billy (and let's not forget Buddy), our goal was to fly a kite. It had been windy all weekend and all day, but the wind died as we got out to the lake. Lame. Don't think that we gave up so easily though. We gave it a few good efforts by running really fast with the kite but in the end it was a complete failure.
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