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We went to Kilgore with the Bretts and the grandparents to have a picnic. It was gorgeous. Brett made a fire in a field full of flowers, right under the foothills to the continental divide. The site looked out over Antelope Flats, with hills on three sides, and vast openness on the fourth.

Mom, assembling her cool camp chair. www.alitedesigns.com

Adam and his apple.

Sam, thinking about the inferiority of four wheelers.

Jack and Grandpa cutting hot dog sticks.

Brett, minding the taters.

Didn't quite get him on the ground under the bike, but you can see his muddy pants.

Brooklyn, on Grandpa's truck.

Field of daisy-like things.

Looking towards Montana.

Grandma, thinking that Matthew is missing out. Brett had Matthew sitting on a hill near a bear bait pile. He happily missed dinner.

Everybody kept saying "hear that grouse?" I never did. Its wing beating was at too low a frequency for my poor ears to pick up. Jann eventually took the camera, and sought it out. Well, actually, before she stole the camera, she and Brian set out to find it, when Brian said "what will we do if we find it? We can't shoot it." Whereupon Jann came back for the camera to "shoot" it. She did.

Marshmallow time.

Crispy cream.

Adam removed his wet pants, and enjoyed the rest of the evening in a skirt.