Road Trippin: The Last Day

The last day at the cabin seems to always be bittersweet. It's always a great day, but knowing you're leaving the next morning makes it just a little harder to enjoy the day. THAT is how today was: so many great things, but to fully enjoy them was impossible.

 

We said good-bye to our cousins....even though we'll probably see them tomorrow.

 

That evil monkey made an appearance again.....yes, that is where I sleep.

 

I don't understand what is wrong with Mickey & Minnie. 

 

A yummy homemade waffle lunch with LOTS of bacon at a neighbor's house....

 

And we enjoyed their hammock.

 

My mamas.

 

My grandma.

 

My cray-cray girls.

 

Adventures in bugspotting today....this ugly bugger was freaking us out (it's a thread-waisted wasp and yes, we killed it dead).

 

Relaxing on the front porch, watching the sun set.

 

And ice cream, of course.

 

We topped off the night with THIS classic......You're killing me smalls!

I used to spend every summer up here with my grandma & papa; it was a tradition that we looked forward to every year. Even after I was older, I would still come up and hang out with them. I'd take my cassette player with the Beach Boys in it and just sit and paint. Time simply stopped.

Ever since each of the girls were born, I'd bring them up here every summer. It's not the same without my papa, but I still hope they grow up feeling the same way about the place that I do. There's just something about it. It's not even magical or nostalgic....just something.

But the trip isn't over yet! One more week of awesomeness in the heat of old Arizona!