Sunday, August 8, 2010

They say genes skip generations. Maybe that's why grandparents find their grandchildren so likeable. ~ Joan McIntosh


Dylan and Dear Hubby went on Dylan's first camping trip ever this weekend. This is mine and Dear Hubby's "Hill" outside of the town of Madras in Central Oregon. He and I have been camping out there forever and we rarely ever see any humans. Only deer, antelope, coyotes, and free range cattle meander by...and occasional jackrabbits. Dear Hubby tells me rattlesnakes are around there, too, but I've yet to spot any. Dylan makes the third generation to camp on 'our' hill.




Darling Dylan, just chill-laxing.





A full time job...scooping and flinging dry cow patties!


5 comments:

Leah Rubin said...

This is wonderful! Our oldest grandchild is 3 1/2, but we are looking forward to being able to take him, and his younger cousin and brother, on such adventures!

Dylan's a lucky guy!

L.

Loretta said...

My Goodness!! He's got so big. I know they had a wonderful time.

Rob-bear said...

How wonderful to have "your own place."

I've camped with Boy Scouts, my wife, and our children. My health won't let me do it with my grandchildren. But their parents are campers, so one never knows what might happen.

Still, Dylan is one lucky guy! I really hope he enjoys it.

Betty said...

Looks like he was having a great time! I bet this will be a yearly tradition from now on.

Stuff could always be worse said...

Looks like a lot of fun! Flinging cow patties, is every kids memory
kim