Spring Break 2015 - aka Adventure Week

Last week, my boys were on spring break, so we decided to spend a nice, relaxing week at the ranch. But as often happens, things didn't turn out quite the way we planned. 

Our first day we awoke to rain. LOTS of rain. To the tune of five inches.

Our lovely island that usually looks like this--

Suddenly looked like the incredible shrinking island.

But the rain did eventually stop and it was time to go exploring.

 My traveling companions loved the water.

Dixie's motto seemed to be, "Why walk on dry ground when there's a perfectly good puddle nearby."

As the sun rose the next day, the waters were receding.

Which meant it was time for more exploring. Some of us--though I shall not name who, only that they are sixteen years old--got a little over zealous.

Creating extra work for his brother and me.

I suppose, however, that turn about is fair play. Because this is very reminiscent of the scene created by  big brother during spring break 2012.

Needles to say, big brother had no room to complain.

Since we were running out daylight, though, we decided to wait until the next day to tackle this job and returned to the camp to find this in the barn.

Any guesses what that black and white striped thing is?

Yep. It's a skunk.

Imagine my surprise when I entered the barn and it waddled right past me. 

You know, I've never fancied myself a runner, but I was that night.

Luckily, Pepe LePew was gone the next morning.

After about three hours of digging, pushing and pulling, we managed to get the Polaris unstuck and safely back to the camp without further episode. Leaving plenty of time for more exploring.

Late winter/early spring always means lots of new calves.

Aren't they cute? Especially that little one lying next to its mama just right of center.

And would you believe it, there were even signs of spring.

There were even a few bluebonnets. Very soon, countrysides all across Texas will be blanketed with these beautiful flowers.

As the sun set on our adventurous week, we pondered how boring life is in the suburbs. Many of our greatest adventures have taken place at the ranch. And though we may not live there yet, it's definitely where our hearts call home.

Where is your heart at home?