My daughter, my wife and I decided to do something that we hadn't done in several years: a spring break with just the three of us.
We rented a condo in Gulf Breeze Florida, just south of Pensacola.
It was a cool start to spring, but the beach was clean and full of shells.
We all took home dozens and dozens of beautiful shells.
After a dinner at Crabs We Got Em, my well oiled companions decided to try to grab the big crab.
My daughter and her family live in Rogers, Arkansas.
I try to visit for birthdays, Christmas, and any day I happen to be traveling and find myself within a two hour drive.
A favorite thing to do is attend the Saturday farmers market in Fayetteville.
There's food, music, pets, flowers, plants, and art work.
I enjoy reading the newspaper in the living room with my feet up on the hassock in the morning.
To prevent a hostile takeover, I do have to hurry back when getting a second cup of coffee.
Walter Mitty with the 28 toes and fingers is the orange tabby.
The little Himalayan with him on the chair is Chloe, the dowager queen-of-everything.
Clarisse, the-princess-of-quite-a-lot, takes the hassock, in order to keep her distance from Wally.
When my warm spot on the chair is usurped by 3 hairballs, I warm up another spot on the sofa.
The cats have me well trained.
I was on the road to Banff with my granddaughter, Mattison, where the highway takes you past Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump when I got out to take this picture.
I am glad I don't have to try and fit that name into any address forms.
There are at least two other Buffalo Jump sites that I know have been preserved in the Rock Mountains; one in Wyoming, and one in Montana.
One can only imagine the courage needed by the earliest Americans as they drove bison over a cliff to provide a source of meat and hides.
Dave and Karen Zuberer flew in from Texas to hike with us in Banff National Park.
This particular trail led us to an overlook of the Icefields Parkway at the Athabasca Glacier.
The Columbia Icefields are to the west of the glacier and Jasper National Park is just up the road to the north.
The view in the picture at left looks northwest at the Athabasca glacier from the overlook trail.
On the last day in Banff, granddaughter Matti's wish for a horseback ride was finally fulfilled.
As we waited for the trail ride to start, the area seemed to become more and more familiar to me.
As it turned out, the stable she is leaving from is the same one from which her mother and I took our first mountain trail ride in 1977.