A couple weeks ago the kids and I had planned to go explore the trails in the foothills above our home. You know that park that is high up with the views of the valley? There are trails that mysteriously weave up and around some small passes.
We've been having crazy non-summer weather, so when the Friday night arrived, it was cold with imminent rain. The other kids were fine, but Spencer was really disappointed and cried and cried. So I took him. Luckily the rain held off.
He wanted to take one of me:
The trip became awesome when we wandered into a gully and found these bones. That weekend our cousin Madeleine identified them as a femur (or humerus - they're pretty much the same on four-legged animals) and some vertebrae. We found them by a bunch of feathers. So we figure that whatever it was (baby deer carcass?) either got eaten by a vulture, or whatever ate this also ate a bird, too. Spencer carried the femur around for the next two days. 
The next day was a little nicer, so while mom was out we went to explore the American Fork River that runs behind the high school about a mile away. This outing reminded me of many my mom would take us on during summers to rivers such as the Gunpowder and whatever the one is that feeds the Greenbrier and Cunningham Falls lakes.
Every outing would be about half as long if it weren't for snacks. 
Of course we spent a lot of time throwing rocks.
Next post I will show the photos from our epic Memorial Day weekend.
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