Fearless

 

Yesterday we went and helped my parents (Paca and PacaMa as

the grandkids call them) finish building a rain catchment

 on their cow permit. You drive and drive until you think

that surely no one would run cows this far out- and then

you drive some more and you've almost made it. I use to think

they were a little crazy to run this permit (some days I think they

would agree) but maybe it's more of a special kind of courage.

How brave do you have to be to run a herd of cows where

you can ride for days and never see a single one? Where

you have to dynamite a hole in the ground and cover it in a

gigantic piece of rubber (that I swear weighs a billion pounds) so that

if you're lucky and it happens to rain you might have a little

water for your cows that you hope are still there?

Pretty brave I would say.

 

Paca found this big spider.  We told Judd

that the only reason Paca got to hold it was because

he had gloves on and it could bite....  

Next thing you know, Judd has found Scott's gloves

and wants to hold it too. (Thanks a lot Crocodile Hunter).

I can't believe my little boy who is still afraid to go

down the big slide at the park by himself would love

holding a spider this big.  Go figure...

Little Scotty thought the whole thing was

 grand as long as I carried him

everywhere and kept his belly full.

I guess life is an adventure no matter what

way you look at it. :)