Last weekend, Trevor, Bruce, Andy, and I went to Antelope Island. It was super delightful. Sometimes it stunk like something bad - I can't remember what we decided it smelled like. Andy said it smelled like salted diapers, which was probably mostly true.
We trekked across rocks, like true explorers. [trevorchristensen.com]
Me and Andy-pants. [trevorchristensen.com]
Bruce waited in the car while Trevor, Andy, and I started to walk a little bit closer to a buffalo. Park rangers kindly reprimanded us, and Bruce stayed in the car, worrying that he would possibly have to bail us out of jail. (Just one reason Bruce is so awesome - he was thinking about that.)
Brue and Andy, engrossed in the film shown at the gift shop. Trevor and I looked at the stuffed animals and postcards. Sometimes we could hear Andy and Bruce start laughing really hard. We wondered what was so funny. They never explained it very well.
A farm on Antelope Island.
And, at about dusk, we ran out of things to do...
Then we went to dinner at Chipotle with more friends, and listened to a voice recording Trevor made when he was, like ten. He hated it and we all loved it.