We went to a state park by our house today, and I took pics. So here you are.
This state park was at one time a military outpost, and there are bunkers and gun stations and things all over. The whole hill is essentially hollow, and you can walk around inside all the bunkers and stuff unless you are terrified of shit like that like me.
They're bunker-ific!
T and his younger brother D atop one of the bunkers. (You all remember that T has eight siblings, right? There will be a test later. R,C,G,A,T himself, J,J,D,A. It's like a DNA sequence.)
In case you were worried what happens when you forget things--Don't. Those lost thoughts are in a state park on the west coast.
He Rules. (groan and shake your heads, I know, I know....)
But he's still a dork.
This is just cool.
Me, with wilderness hair, dressed like a school teacher. Not that that is a bad thing.
