Maya came over for a visit a few weeks ago. She and grandma shared a few jokes on our front lawn.
Samuel and I went for a climb on the rock slide. With my unstable legs I didn't think I should climb much on the rocks. Samuel, of course, felt otherwise. He kept telling me, "Come on, grandpa. You can do it. I'll help you." 
We spent a September week at the cabin. Stacey and Samuel joined us for a day. At the bottom of our hill someone carved a tree stump into a man we named, "Tim Burr." Samuel thought it was neat. 
Fall has come to the mountains. At Janna's suggestion, we went home from the cabin last week (10/1/08) after closing it for the season, over Guardsman's Pass. The colors were spectacular. The next two pictures are out of sequence.
All it takes to settle a fussy child is the touch of a mother. Stacey rescued poor August from the revages of hungar.
We tended the two local grandsons a week or so ago. This is the result. All Samuel wanted to do was play and August would have no part of it. Although Samuel didn't even touch the baby, all he could say was, "I'm sorry, August."
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