We took our first-ever family vacation to Las Vegas, and nobody got bit by a fish.
Our CA trip was so sick, and not in a surfer-dude fun way.
“Most people go to Hawaii to vacation,” my husband said. “We’re going to Bruneau.” I was just glad we got to take a cowboy vacation and didn’t have to quit a job to do it. Technically, Jim went to Bruneau, Idaho to haul water and feed cubes to cows there for a week, so itContinue reading “Cowboy Vacation”