The Oasis Water Park.
A family that slides together...
(I just have to point out that those are my legs and, yes, they are amazing. And this was before we started our hiking adventures.)
If you don't have a picture like this, are you even a mom?
When you're taking pictures and don't realize the zoom is on. That's ok; only a few more years of this tushy being cute before it turns into a gross teenager tushy.
When we bought our house - literally one block away from the water park - we thought, How cool will it be to go to the water park every day of the summer?! Since then, we've - literally - gone once a summer. We always swear we're going to go more and never do. Well, maybe this year...
For those not-rare instances when we don't go to Oasis, I got this:
And - come Hell or high water - jammed it into the back of my Jeep Grand Cherokee. No damage! Go me!
Though sometimes having the pool made little difference...
Right before our obsession with hiking around the mountains started, I tried my hand at marching around the city for my very first PRIDE Parade, which might come as a surprise to those who know and refer to me as a "Flaming Liberal." An old high school friend of mine commented on my FB, "How have you never attended a PRIDE Parade?!" Well, for one thing, this particular PRIDE Parade was the first for Billings in, like, nine years. And - something else people who call me a "Flaming Liberal" might be surprised to learn - I don't actually know, or am friends with, any gay people. Sure, I have a friend with a gay sibling, I once had a boss who is gay, and I see it all over television and books, but I never felt an activist's passion to attend the parade. And, to be honest, the only reason I attended this year was because my coworker told me he was taking the day off in order to go so I thought, What the heck? I'll see what it's about. Turns out, a lot of rainbows and glitter, and, really, how can anyone be mad at so much rainbows and glitter?
I know these people in real life, all of us just a bunch of straighties in our less-glittery straight relationships.
It was shortly thereafter when we went to Yellowstone and our roadtrippin' was reignited. While we did manage to get out of town most of the time, there were weekends when we found ourselves at home, so decided to do some home-hiking. It was - as far as I was concerned - pretty boring, but at least it was outside.
So, apparently I have this affinity for giant boulders, as we saw on our Mystic Lake hike and Woodbine Falls hike.
Even though I was a bit of a Drama Queen about it then - and am a bit of a Drama Queen about it now - having to stay home wasn't the complete travesty I made it out to be.
Durbin still lives in our hearts, the kids still talk about him, and we always wonder what he would have been like on our camping adventures. One thing is for sure: his giant dog testicles would have taken him far and wide and we'd never see him again.
Being relegated to the indoors during winter feels a little more oppressive, as we're repeatedly warned not to go outside. And if we're getting snow here in the city, the mountains are getting about a gillion more, which will make for awesome hiking come Spring, but is frustrating now.
Such is life...