The day before that, on Saturday, we went up to Mt. Charleston to commune with the trees and such. I, of course, dressed myself and Saren and Harper inappropriately, which is a problem I have. I *always* seem to overestimate the weather. Because we live somewhere mind-bogglingly hot, I always assume that wherever we are going is going to be less hot, but probably not too much so. So, I was wearing shorts and so was Saren and so was Harper. At least I remembered some light jackets for the girls and a sweater for myself. And after a while we found a sunny place, the wind died down, and we started moving around a bit more, so it turned out just fine. It was nice, but there's not much to say about it other than... it was nice. Oh, also we made fairy houses.
On the way back, we saw a rabbit, two snakes, a lizard, and a desert tortoise, all of them in the road. For the tortoise, we stopped and took it to the other side. Because tortoises are slow. Here are some pictures.
In other news, we are trying to sell our RV and have had quite a few people express interest. But only after we lowered our price by $2000. Pfft. I'm rooting for the family of five (mom, dad, three girls, and a baby boy) or for Art and his invisible wife. We are thinking that the best way to have people compete for the RV would be to put them on a deserted island and have them do reward challenges and vote other competitors off one by one. The last one standing is free to buy our RV.
Which reminds me, Cirie should have won Survivor and I almost cried when she got voted off. Really.