The seven of us boarded planes headed for the wild west to get in touch with our inner cow-persons. We headed to Phoenix for five days of adventure mixed with posh.
We rode a train and hijacked a stage coach.
We landed ourselves in jail for the hijacking stunt, but Grandma bailed us out.
After she bailed us out, Grandma took the kids for a stroll along train tracks...in front of a train.
We thought about climbing a tower of water, but at the last minute, decided that wasn't such a good idea.
Gramps and the big kids ran into some rapscallions who tortured them by making them lie on a bed of nails.
We also ventured into the desert to find our fortune in gold. But the only gold we found was in Gramps' wallet.
The kids also rode a frog.
And every night, we headed back to our domicile, to rough it like cowboys of old, in a palatial house set into the Fountain Hills, complete with hot tub, heated pool, and outdoor grilling area.
Thanks for the great trip, Grandma and Gramps. We had a blast.
Momma T. and her cow-persons