Last year sure was fantastic. Even when I was sorting through mounds of food pantry paperwork (actually a sort of soothing task that helped me handle the grief at my grandmother's death).
I think my favorite part about this picture is the styrofoam cup labeled "Ellen's mug" in one of many valiant attempts to re-use.
Some times were less serious than others:
If I recall correctly, there was significant tickling here. I wouldn't let them up. And I developed demon eyes somewhere along the way.
Brian and I got stuck up here briefly:
Fortunately, it was a beautiful day in West Virginia and we didn't really mind that much. Especially since we got down soon enough.