This weekend some of John's family went camping. We didn't go, but they invited us up for dinner tonight. We had tin foil dinners and dutch oven pizza (both really good) and I watched them play baseball. I am not athletic. I will never be athletic. But I'm a good spectator. My favorite part of the night was when they let Dylan take his turn batting. Kylee helped him hit the ball, then they all told him to run. Well, he did . . . past first base, past the ball field, out into the trees . . . It reminded me of watching home videos of Jared's first t-ball games. It was nice and cool up in the mountains (not hot and smoggy like down in the valley) and I can't wait to head back up there, hopefully soon.
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