We are here. Colorado City. As we drove a mile or two away from the interstate, the beauty just started splashing me. I feel like I am in Switzerland. I feel like I should be singing songs while frolicking in the green meadows. I feel like some blond lady with braids and prickly leg hair should walk out from around the corner leading a cow to some place where cows get to go. 

Earlier today stopped and enjoyed a volcanic mountain in New Mexico. Knowing that we were about to go into the crater of a former volcano, Evelyn had a good question. "Do volcanoes ever blow up more than once in the same place." I told her it was unlikely, but it has happened. This gave me a great idea for next time. Bring a huge smoke bomb and set it under some of the rocks down in the crater. Then watch the tour bus ladies sprint uphill.

I did ask the park ranger lady at the store if they had any books among the 30-35 that they were selling which would tell about volcanoes from an intelligent design perspective. She said, "No."

Big blessing today as Mollie turned 1 year old. We visited the volcano, introduced her to our new house, had pizza, went to Target (Yes, that's how lame we are. We bought her presents today.), and had carrot cake.
The pizza place was a big blessing as the manager gave us all kinds of free stuff.
We were blessed to see hundreds of pronghorn sheep. If I start hunting, I know where I'm going.

I've been working on an idea to start a skunk hunt, an annual event to just bust a cap in every smelly little critter we could find. They have basically nothing to worry about. You can't eat them. I could not open the window of our Kampin' Kabin thanks to the smell all night. We must have passed through the "stunk of the skunk" 15 times. I think it's time to thin the herd. However, I might face some opposition from the Bass daughters. I commented today of how stinky it is when we pass a dead skunk. She stated that it was not stinky, "it's sad."

I hate it when they're right.