Last Week, highlights.

Clara and Sydney are looking at the same thing.  What could it be?

At Bullwinkles, courtesy of Intel.

After this, we got tired of lugging the camera around.    Zip-line thing, climbing wall, mini-golf, indoor play structure, high rope course, staring at other people playing video games,  dinner buffet, sunscreen application.  Some stuff you just need two hands for (especially the dinner buffet).  What a life.

Bullwinkles was great.  But it was the next adventure where I found myself wondering:  "Why haven't we been doing this all summer?  Every week?"

Enter:  A few hours at Jones Creek.  Courtesy of Bruno.

Technically, this is a tributary to Jones Creek.  Possibly.  One might say.

And this is a tribute to Jones Creek: this face kills me.

The actual Jones Creek.

Helping out a brother.

That girl in black is supposed to be jumping in at the same time.  Traitor!

There is a cool (lit'rilly!) wading pool encircled by rocks in the far background.  Miles liked that attention to detail (you can see him in it if you cross your eyes).

And there was an enormous tortoise in the middle of the river who let you stand on his back.

This playground is only 45 minutes from our house.   Next summer -- no day camps.  Only day trips.  That will be my motto when I run for office.