Here we are at Owl Creek Pass. Stellar parents that we are, we got up there with no coat for Z. So we suited her up Jedi-style in Grandma's polar fleece.
I'm ready for my photo, Mr. DeMille! (Or 30 doting septuagenarians. Whatever.)
Yep, I'm that girl. The one who was willing to nurse in front of said 30 septuagenarians on Blue Mesa.
The hat thing? Must be in the genes. Q loves a hat almost as much as his Daddy!