So, we went for a drive this weekend to Cheyenne, me, Cam, the kids, and my sister Ruthie. It was a beautiful day for a drive, what with the spacious skies, the amber waves of grain, the purple mountain majesties and fruited plains. Well, I guess there wasn't a lot of grain or fruit, but everything else was there.
Sammy said, "my turn, my turn, SAMUEL'S TURN!" so I let him take a picture, too. I think he has a knack for it.
And then we saw this:
You may not see the forest for the lack of trees, but that's a forest fire.
And the kids poked and tickled and tortured Ruthie squished in the backseat between the two car seats. Super fun time.
There's that quote, "Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it." I don't think this is necessarily always true but is doubly true when driving to Cheyenne, because, basically, there's nothing there but a Target. But, sometimes Target can be a destination in and of itself.