Orla and I are off to Sligo, or just beyond, to meet up with Lisa, Roberto and Rocky for a couple of nights. We have a good three and a bit hour spin ahead of us on a Friday just before lunch time. 1,124 more words
There were many kids but ours was the only one screaming.
I don’t know if it was the lack of nap or a new awareness of the life jacket or the sun in her eyes or a combo but we crossed Cascade Lake at a sprint to get into the shade and on shore to get her out of the boat and her life jacket. 74 more words