Somewhere, an Indian is Crying.
Now, to beat grace at blog posting. We started off the first day with our grandmother who said I looked like Josh Groban for the whole trip. We eventually dropped her off at Uncle Phil and Aunt Shirley's house. (I was free of the Josh Groban jokes for a while) We went to Uncle Bill's property to camp out with Bill, Marge, Cristie, and her kids. We went on two walks there. One to an abandoned cow shed, and one to the top of the rocky slope up yonder. We were driving back and went on a very fun hike called "Colorado Trail" or something like that. When we got to Denver, it was horribly touristy and crowed with motorcycles and bikes. We went to an outdoor museum that was rather small and included statues from Alice in Wonderland. Later we went on a walk to the bus station and I met a very charming robot woman that appeared to be a bit bury with her
speech. Although it was fun to listen to her. Daddy and I went to the Airport museum where there was some props from star wars and around the world in 80 days. There were also airplanes. We picked up grandma later and started our trip home. For entertainment that trip I had read A Canticle for Lebowits, Played a game on Daddy's Pocket pc, and listened to the audio book of A Canticle for Lebowits. These all ran out after a while as everything does so I mostly sat the whole trip and took pictures of things with dale.
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WEWLCOMB ABOWRD!!!
Actually, Joel, I heard your grandma calling you "Josh Gorban". I don't know who that is but it's probably good.
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