Monday, March 15, 2010

Hanna Wyoming

One (rare) nice day in Wyoming we decided to check out Hanna. My fingers automatically want to type "Montana" after I write Hanna. They also want to spell it Hannah. Oh, the world in which we live.
Kyle got to test his skills on not one, but TWO playgrounds. He decided that we should hang out there for a while.

Kaleb approved. Just not with excitement.

It was really a fly by the seat of our pants sort of trip.

We checked out a cool old tank. Kyle wanted to drive it. It is all part of his plan to take over the world. Calm down kiddo! No tanks for your birthday until you are at least 7.

I have never, in my life, seen a contraption such as this. It is a gigantic snow blower for the railroad. I believe that if you need a gigantic snow blower to ride the rails over a stretch of land, the land ain't worth riding. There, I said it. I am unimpressed with snow. Admitting the problem is the first step.

Kaleb was dually unimpressed. This is his unimpressed look. And his "I farted" look. And his "my tongue is cool" look. Maybe I should not automatically assume that I know what this look means. OK, I am labeling his look to further my own unimpressed views. So sue me.

Daddy and Kyle decided to check out a ginormous drag line. Kyle was fully impressed.

Kaleb and I waited in the car because Mama did not feel like trekking through the mud. Eww. This was much more fun.

That big ol' thing makes Daddy and Kyle look itty bitty.

Whoa Mama. Larabee wanted to drive it, I am sure. Once an equipment man, always an equipment man.

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