Smell the dirt, feel the mountain, taste the wind.
Personal:
"Our legs are tight, our feet are flying, and we are gliding over the roll of the land. The sun is up, the air is fresh, the stone is old, and we are free and at peace. The clock has stopped because another time has taken over." C. Bowden
One day off this week and spent it playing Scrabble with the kids. This is their latest addiction.
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
Nap Time: 0.00
Total Sleep Time: 0.00
Weight: 0.00
Calories: 0.00
Comments
From Rob Murphy on Sat, Jun 28, 2014 at 05:53:03 from 24.10.249.34
Andy loves scrabble. He sucks at it though.
From Steve on Sat, Jun 28, 2014 at 19:59:36 from 50.198.46.21
Yeah that's Shelby. Playing Scrabble with her is like running with a Ragnar runner.
From Rob Murphy on Sat, Jun 28, 2014 at 20:28:14 from 24.10.249.34
Fritz is running ragnar - see my comment.
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