Day tripper, yeah
Harrumph. I think I’m going to give up; the above photo was gorgeous in its full-size version, but when I crop it and make it smaller and fewer dpi, I get those horrid pixelating effects. Argh.
We went on a day trip yesterday to escape from the Shoebox for a while. We saw glaciers, an iceberg in a glacial lake (above), went through a long one-lane tunnel that is also shared by a train, watched the ferry steam out of the dock, wandered off through the mountains to a place called Hope, and returned home at 10 p.m., with the dotter sleeping soundly enough that I could carry her in and dump her into her little bed without a peep from the child.
It was truly a glorious day.
The apex, the pinnacle for the dotter, was when we were crawling around a little stream that smelled of rotting salmon:
“EWWWWW! Mommy! There’s a dead salmon! EWWWWWW!”
Followed immediately by:
“Let’s find more!”
Then she spent the trip back home drawing dead salmon and asking me to draw the bones. I told her she was a morbid child. She giggled.
There’s nothing quite like getting a (quite elaborate) picture of a dead salmon with “I 
Mommy” written on it to warm the cockles of your heart.
But when we woke up in the morning, we were still in the Shoebox, not magically transported to the new house. Sigh. Mommy had a bad day as a result and was depressed and snarky.
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