I'll post the texts with their pictures so you won't feel left out either.
|Let good times roll.|
|The build up.|
|After ten good runs, a "shouldn't have been|
running on wet plastic like Dad told you," and a
case of the cold shivers . . .
|The long wet walk home . . .|
|This is a kid's dream log to run and climb on . . .|
|"If only I were a foot taller . . ."|
|"Finally! Someone my own size I can play with."|
|"Wait a minute . . . Don't play with my chair. It's mine, give it to me."|
|Levin meets Mr. S'more. Then tries to wipe it on Dad.|
|All bundled up and ready for bed.|
|"Good morning . . . Is that a bear I hear outside?"|
|"I know there is a man-eating, growling beast lurking|
outside waiting to eat me . . ."
|"No way in hell I'm going out with that bear unless|
I can get some oatmeal for breakfast."
|Levin discovers the bear and faces it down.|
|"Any bear that will let me watch iPhone videos is|
a friend of mine."
|"We call this a mess . . . er, I mean breakfast."|
|Out for a morning ride.|
|Watching a horse be trained with Grandpa . . .|
note the wrangler jeans
|If you ever want to see a tight grip, you have two|
choices: throw a drowning cat on a log in the river
or have Cactus Cal share one sip of grape soda with
Mr. Levin . . . Both procure the same intensity of
grip . . .
|After canoeing, hiking, and hitting the giant slip 'n slide|
again, Mr. Levin is spent and headed back to civilization.
One if the last things he said before was "bye horse" and "mommy."