triple chocolate cake.

One of the really great things that happened during this trip was that Jesse turned 8.

Although all of us were tired and cranky from long drives and hikes, the restaurant comped him a big piece of triple chocolate cake, which made everything all better not really.













Here's a photo of "Jet" playing with some new friends. But I don't like these kids. They don't seem like real kids. They're kinda stiff. Too rigid. Way too "Oh, lookit us, we're all heavy metal!"

Heh heh.