On a random Wednesday, completely out of the blue, my parents surprised me by driving me and my best friend Claire (and Angus) all the way to Yellowstone National Park to go skiing. It started off real nice. We were all snuggly and warm in our Chariot stroller thing with dad pulling me and Angus and mama pulling Claire. I had almost dozed off completely when we went down a hill too fast and the stroller rolled completely over. Then mama rolled Claire, too. Needless to say, us kiddos decided to stay up the rest of the time just to be safe. I'm glad we did, too, 'cause we saw lots of buffalo and elk and we had a good long time to catch up on life.
