Last year at Alder Flat, Shelby was just 1-year old and barley walking. It was difficult to keep an anxious walker happy amidst sticks, stones and fires she was falling into or around.
I am surprised Shelby didn't turn into a marshmallow because she probably ate an entire bag of mallows all by herself. She deemed herself the keeper of the marshmallows and everyone had to go through her in order to roast a mallow over the fire.
It was colder than usual this year so we spent a lot of time by the fire or underneath the tarp. That encouraged a lot of snuggling and s'more eating.

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You guys are so cute! Looks like fun. We need to come visit you sometime. I don't think it's too far. Hmmm.
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