Natural Bridges

Last Sabbath we drove up to the Natural Bridges in the Mother Lode gold country. This was a favorite place of mine when I was a child. Last time we were there, Lucas was the same age as Abrianna is now.


He insisted on crawling into the icy spring runoff. Brrrr! Abrianna did the same. I took off her diaper and clothes so she wouldn't get quite so soggy. She was having so much fun, despite her trembling chin and goose bumped arms.
I'm surprised at her determination. She slipped and fell face first into the chilly waters, managing to scrape her leg bloody and that didn't deter her either.
The Natural Bridges are a green house for Poison Oak. On the way back up the hill, Lucas crashed into it on his "motorcycle".
When we got home to Grandma's house, everybody had shower and all clothes went directly into the washing machine. Even the motorcycle had a bath with soap.
An unfortunate discovery on the way home is that Abrianna gets car sick. Poor baby:( I do too.
I did have a clean set of clothes and some wipes. She rode on my lap until we were on straighter roads.
I don't think she'd of had that problem in a forward facing seat. We just ordered a booster for Lucas so Abrianna can have is old one and see where she's going, hurrah!