Cloudcroft, New Mexico Vacation
October, 2001

Eagle Eyrie. Reportedly haunted by ghosts of the Cloudcroft H.S. football team's hopes for a state championship.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

  So what happened to the '48 truck that it came with?
 

Rustic surroundings (do I smell raw sewage ... or is that gas?)

Where's dad? (Cool your jets, kids ... it's only been 6 hours!)

Now let me show you how your toy works....

"You could have woke the baby up!"

Preparing to shotgun (pre-visualization stage).

Okay, on three! (See the beer, beee the beeeer!)

I am one with the beer! (Laurie, you're dribbling.)

Now I saw my mom and your dad do this with some cans of something last night, maybe we can do the same thing with this cup. You somehow suck the stuff out the bottom. Hmmm. Doesn't do much for me!


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Laurie, you keep a lookout while I make sand angels....

Come back, the nearest potty in that direction is 37 miles!

Nice legs, David.

How long are we staying?

This stuff feels great in your shoes.

Weeee!

I lost my contact.

This worked at the beach with a sea shell. Let's try a rock.

Don't come looking for us.

This stuff makes lousy snowballs.

I'm not sure that this is what the sculptor had in mind.

Can I get in the picture?

I hate photographers.

Quick nap.

Quick nap. Interrupted.

At this rate we'll be eating lunch for dinner tomorrow.

Hopping down the bunny trail.

My sole picture from our 5-hour backwoods experience.

...and indeed they shall.