It was so odd because the ranch where we were staying was so windy; Toadstool was not that far away and wasn't windy at all.
The boys and Daddy wanted to climb, climb, climb. My nickname during this trip was Chicken. I'm sure my husband would have called me Chicken Shit if the kids weren't around. I'll admit it I am one. I don't like high things, that are not secure at all. I enjoyed Toadstool park from the ground looking up. I feared the whole time one of my boys would fall. Isaak did in fact fall, but it was while he was on the ground.
I guess there is rattle snakes in the area, but all the boys spotted was a rabbit.
Certainly a great place to climb and discover new things.
At the top is where it gets its name. Do you see the toad stools?
It looks like we were stuck in a dream.
Daddy's pretty strong! He held up that big rock!
Have you gone on vacation this spring?
Where do you plan on going for vacation this summer?
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