The quiet hum of Sunday Edition pulled me out of my Sedar dinner hangover at at 6am on Easter. Grabbing my husband’s size 11 red crocs, I grabbed the bucket of plastic easter eggs and shuffled out into my yard. 6:45am the mama dada yipes emerged and Maddie wanted to check the bathtub to see...
Yesterday the family took a trip to Pickle Gulch Campground to cut down our own tree. Through the forest service, you can buy a permit for $10 to cut down a tree and help thin out the forest to prevent forest fires. Two kids, one dog, one red sled, and one tiny saw, we hiked...