Our family friends are the Bonneys. Their mom, Tami, grew up in Blanding. Her parents still live there, on a farm. They invited us to stay with them for spring break.
The moms drove the kids down in one car, a few days early, while the dads still had work responsibilities. Here's one of our pit stops along the way. Blake and Caleb are in the forefront. Kyle Katie, Mark, Caroline, and Kyler are in the background, under the arch.
We stopped at one of the family's properties to see the young pigs. When that family's kids goofed around in the pen, Blake and Caleb decided to give it a try. They had a blast running around trying to catch them. This picture isn't very good but Blake is grossed out by the smell in the barn.
We played at the city park. The older kids played Frisbee. Caleb and I did some geocaching.
This was the highlight of the trip, for our kids. They got to drive and ride on Grandpa Harris's Rhino and 4-wheelers. They asked for week afterward, if we could buy one.
Blake jumped right on the vehicles every chance he could. Caleb.......yeah, NO! We took a ride in the van to another property where the big momma pigs were. We got to see the baby pigs run away from Grandpa Harris.
This was an "Only in Blanding" experience. We went to a fundraiser for the high school: Donkey Basketball! You had to be riding the donkey or attached to the reigns. What an event! The boys loved it.
We stopped at the Bluff history center. We watched some fun stories told by paintings that talked. (Kyle was LOVIN' it!)
Practicing our handcart skills.
All dads instinctively know how to annoy their children.
Back at the farm, we did some shooting. Caleb and Wolfie were happy to watch from the window.
I got him to move outside, after a few minutes. Then, we joined the group.
THEN, this happened! 🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻
This picture is the culmination of an entire week's effort. We spent days trying to convince Caleb to ride the off road vehicles. He got close after we bribed him with a stuffed animal souvenir, but wouldn't ever get in. Eventually, I felt this would be one of the rare occasions I would push him, no matter what. I picked him up, carried him to the razor and turned on the engine. Then, he was too scared I'd drive away so he wouldn't jump out. Jeff got his seat belt on and I took off. He stopped crying right away but I still don't know if he actually enjoyed it. We drove around for a few minutes and took this selfie by some Native American ruins. (You can see the peach colored walls, right above Caleb's head.)
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