The view is even prettier when it isn't cloudy.
Stuart ran WAY head. You can just barely see him here.
Marcus lingered behind. As far as I would let him.
I hadn't been here in a few years, and was disappointed to find that the mountain finder at the top of the Butte had been vandalized. Most of the signs have been ripped off or defaced.
Stuart and Marcus have reached the age where they just cannot keep from messing with each other, even for a picture.
Crankypants is never far away. Here he's up close!
Marcus jumps!
Maybe he's not so cranky now.
Rolling down the hill.
Mr. Cheerful.
Oh, my. What did they spy? A caterpillar!
They captured and investigated.
They took turns holding it.
They named it Jake. It's at our house now, in a jar. Poor Jake.
(Marcus just walked up and read those three sentences for me. He wants to know, why 'Poor Jake'?)
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