The gang headed up to the top of the big hill.
Oliver kept insisting that he was tired and needed to be carried.
Daddy's shoulders provided an even better view.
It's hard to see because it blends into the background but GrandPop is holding up a tumble weed. Guess where that tumble weed is now...yes, it's here in Vancouver with us. Just as we were leaving Grandma Heidi informed Noah that a lot of people in Kennewick spray paint their tumble weeds in bright pretty colors. Guess what Noah wants to do now...