They got midway and decided it was too deep so I carried them both. They liked that.
A traditional part of spring in Boise.
Imaginations were in high gear.
The path is still flooded by the high river. She figured her new sandals would keep her dry.
Water is flowing from the river across the path to a pond.
She told me that people would recognize this as her work (not exactly those words).
The beginning of a tantrum.
She was in her trailer having a fit (like many movie stars, I expect) after I told her it was too late to visit the park.
by Jason Abbott