
This crazy beautiful river canyon divides Oregon from Idaho.

We hiked up to this abandoned mine. I've been talking about the "broken house" ever since. "I don't know why it got broken," I say. I have been trying to get a good answer out of Mama and Papa -- they always have the same story about wind and rocks and snow and neglect. I'm thinking dinosaurs or monsters or something.

Hanging out with Papa in the hammock on a lazy sunny Saturday morning...

Eating s'mores with Mama at Arrowrock Reservoir
Nana and Grandpa came to visit for the first part of Memorial Day Weekend. They brought me this train that I can watch for hours. It makes noises and it can even make smoke (we haven't tried that yet).

Here I am racing with Nana on my bike at the park.