We’ve been spending quite a bit of time up in the nearby national park. Summer time is the only time anyone wants to visit our area and that last for only about 6-8 weeks out of the year. We generally enjoy the area better when there are less people.
I sound kind of grumpy. I’m not trying to be. It’s not my fault I don’t like people (maybe it is my fault.)
I like my kids especially when they are getting along. I take as many pictures as I can with them putting their arms around each other in the hope that I can convince them they are best friends.
Most of the time they are fighting with each other but occasionally I get a nice one I can hang on the fridge as propaganda.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a whited out Milly picture. She still doesn’t like people as well and is trying her hardest to stay anonymous on the internet.
We are bad parents and let our kids look over cliffs whenever they like. Here we are actually teaching our kids to spit on people down below in the townsite.
Molly and Polly actually get along quite well. I should start taking hugging pictures of them while they are young in case sibling rivalry takes over in a couple of years.
That’s a bear out there. We see bears often up in these parts and it’s not a big deal. I don’t mind bears. They are nice when you leave them alone.
I like bears but I get annoyed at dumb people very easily. The park rangers even made it easy for those who can’t read by putting up signs with pictures on them. Maybe they are from a different country and can’t tell what a “Bear Will Eat You” sign looks like.
I’m not sure I should generalize all tourists as less than brilliant but these folks are a good representative of the general touristy public.
I guess I shouldn’t say too much. I did stop to take a picture of the tourist who was about to be eaten up by a bear. I would have had fun watching that.
Maybe tourists ARE good for something.