tracks

My grandparents' ranch is on the Brazos river, a perpetually brown, sandy-bottom river outside Houston.

I've paced around its shores on trips to the ranch my whole life, and now we take our kids there and they do the same thing.  Its amazing to watch history repeat itself like that, and I'm happy to report that fossil-searching, stick-throwing, rock-skipping, shell-finding, mud-smearing, dam-building, and poking at things with sticks are all still going strong.

It's been wet in Texas lately...