P.D.C., aka Palo Duro Canyon
Weirdly enough, I pretty much begged Tory to change our vacation week because I just HAD to take the kiddos to see "Texas". It's a muscial drama in our own little canyon about 30 minutes from Canyon, the place where Tory and I grew up. I probably saw it a dozen times growing up and before we moved. There are many memories in this canyon. Water days in one of the 8 water crossings with the cousins way, way back. Also, one the most fearful nights of my life happened on our "Senior Skip Day"camping trip in this park by some from the class above us. Turns out MY husband was involved in that prank. Still waiting for repentence. Anyway, I won't go into that. You can't take pictures once you get in the OUTDOOR auditorium but you can use your imaginagtion on how very cool it is from the pictures we took driving in and on our little nature hike before the show started. Enjoy!
Luke stayed back with the other grandparents.
On the right, my crazy bro and his blondie in the background. I miss you, Man!
The Wild, Wild West.
2 comments:
beautiful pics you guys!! Looks like Tory may need to make this more than just a hobby!
i'm glad to know i'm not the only one who remembers that terrifying nite in the canyon! it wasn't...funny :)
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