K experimenting with the auto timer this morning.
 

  All three squirells watching Saturday morning cartoons.
 

 
 

 
 

  K behind the camera this morning.
 

 
 

  Halloween night. Trick or Treat. Our cute trick-or-treaters. K is Cinderella. H is a fairy. A is 3 months old.


As you may guess, there is a story behind H's costume. S had bought a ballerina costume for her (even though she already had a leotard, shoes and tights she wore to ballet) which consisted of a leotard/dress thing and cheesy faux ballet shoes. H and S dropped by work on Halloween day, and H was wearing the fairy wings with the wand. "See my new costume" she says. I thought she was going to wear the wings with her ballerina costume, but no, the fairy costume was it. I totally dig the way this kid thinks. She's so like me; I could see myself coming up with this minimalist, low effort costume.


Speaking of low effort, I don't think we're even going to hand out candy any more. Teenagers were trick-or-treating without even having costumes. Like they came straight from school or something. I mean, please, you want the free candy, you could at least dress up. And don't get me started on the ladies from our neighbor nation ot the south (I'm talkin' grown women here, and not like they needed any candy anyway, they were well into their "thicker" years) who came up with their bags. Need to work on my espanol so I can say "How old are you?" I couldn't buy a "trick-or-treat". I guess that's how they do it down there. So this may be the last time we give out candy. I have a full year to simmer down though, I'll probably change my mind by then.
 

  I've been meaning to fix that darn clock thing. Anyway, K and H went to a Halloween partay with one of K's school friends. So S and I went out to dinner. It was a nice mediterranean place called Cyprus Pita Grill. Go there (to the restaurant, not just the link). Oh and isn't A cute?
 

  When the map says all the park trails are steep and strenous, it is really true. This is not some legalistic clause intended to limit liability. It's the honest truth.
 

  Finally, I've uploaded all the pics from our Natural Bridge Trip. This is a scan of the map. The hikes were fairly difficult, and the only reason we did any of them was because the kids really whined about not being able to hike every trail. So we did. Except for the waterfall trail, we did all of them. Somehow we survived the whole thing, though the level of danger was relatively small. We had a lot of fun, and made good memories together.
 

  K makes a foray into self portraiture. Notice the emphasis on her teeth (she is, in these images, turning the camera around, and pressing the button).
 

  We are standing on a rock in the creekbed of Pine Creek. The Pine Creek Trail (see map above) follows the creekbed for a long stretch, making the trail difficult to find. It makes for fun rock-hopping though. Notice your adventurous writer wearing both the baby and the backpack. He is, verily, a true man.
 

 
 

  H, K and K on a rock in Pine Creek.
 

  Rock-hopping on Pine Creek. Please note that neither your adventurous writer, nor his buxom love, nor their beautiful children fell into the water while rock-hopping, so able and sure of foot are they!
 

  Travertine formations on the underside of the bridge (as seen from Viewpoint 2). They recall to mind the formations one finds in caves. Fascinating.
 

  Here, once again, K tries her hand at photography. H is a willing subject, here she evokes both playfulness and pensiveness in a way only she is capable of.
 

  K hugs a tree. I believe it is an Arizona Cyprus, though I may be mistaken. She's cute though, and I'm not mistaken about that.
 

 
 

  H and K are tickled to be up on the tree. Actually they're up on a rock under the tree, but they are still tickled.