These are the foothills of the beautiful White Tank Mountains, about a 10 minute drive from our doorstep. And no, they are not named after a big, ugly water tank as so many have asked, but after the huge crevices carved out of the white granite in the mountains as a result of rushing water when the big rains come.
It was tough for Jonny to appreciate the beauty of the interesting plant life without touching it. Thus, the tears. But it's not what you think. While running toward the catcus to try to hug it, he failed to listen to his father's warning. Jonathan was able to grab him before catastrophe befell us, but Jonny's little heart was broken.
After a bit of exploring, we enjoyed lunch in the great outdoors. Is there any better way to spend a Saturday?
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