Off to See the Wizard

Well, okay, it's not exactly a yellow brick road we're following, but hey, family camping is a little bit like a trip to Oz. You have an idea of where you want to go, you somewhat know how to get there, but you don't have a real clue of what you'll find when you make it to your destination.

We are off to adventure in the semi-wilderness until Saturday, 8/12. Wish us no rain, lots of fun, and perhaps a glimpse of a black bear (for the Tarzans of the family).

Comments

Karmyn R said…

Whoa - I see you have a new picture up! Love the short hair...very chic!!!

8/08/2006 11:25 AM

PandaMom said…

I absolutely can't wait until you come back and post all of the happenings of this trip! No matter how fun it is just remember.....there's no place like home. HA! I know I'm corny, but I'm sure you smiled! ; )

8/08/2006 1:08 PM

Unknown said…

I'm so excited for you and I'm absolutely positively for sure there will be some more scoop at the end of the trail.

Can't wait to hear more from you as always.

8/08/2006 2:44 PM

Andrew McAllister said…

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8/09/2006 2:34 PM

Andrew McAllister said…

When you get back, you should submit an entry for my Vacations and Families and Couples, Oh My! series.

To Love, Honor and Dismay

8/09/2006 2:36 PM

Catez said…

Ok. I finally get to visit and you're going away. :)
I hope you have a fantastic time!

8/10/2006 1:01 AM

Laurie said…

Have a great time Olsen Family!!!!!

8/11/2006 5:18 PM

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