On December 27, the kids and I drove down to Grandma and Grandpa's house. Uncle Kevin and his family were there as well, so we had our Christmas on the 28th. Scott flew down for it too. :)
On the 29th, we went out to the ranch. We got a new camera for Christmas, so Scott was excited to try it out. Grandpa wanted the kids to hunt for arrowheads. Kevin wanted to hunt.
Grandpa and Kevin went out earlier than the rest of us, so they could hunt. Before we even left the house, Kevin had shot an 8 point buck. We gave the kids the option of not seeing the deer, but they all wanted to. I was surprised at how, no one freaked out. It was just accepted. They all understand where meat comes from and they've never developed an emotional attachment to any animal that has ended up on our dinner table....so it was fascinating for them.
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| Lunch in the house |
Walking around the ranch is very peaceful. Our cell phones don't have any service out there. It's very quiet. So while we were wandering around on the hill above the lower well, Scott and Ian went on a walk by themselves. When we were all done wandering around, they were no where to be found. We knew the general direction in which they went, but couldn't see them. I was a little worried, but Grandpa had faith in Scott, that he wouldn't cross any fences. We piled on the pickup truck to search for them. Sure, enough, they had walked all the way to the back fence and up to the house....where we found them.
Scott said, 'I hope you weren't worried'. No, me worried? Worried that you might get lost in the brush and cactus? Nope, not me.
The old outhouse.
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