Our little niece was baptized on Sunday, so we were up in South Dakota for that- and we thought that while in South Dakota, we should spend some time in our favorite place - the Black Hills.
Zeke arranged everything. Absolutely everything. And while I should know him well enough to trust that he's got it all under control, I started feeling... wary when he told me that we would be staying in an RV somewhere in the middle of the Hills.
It's. Been. Wonderful.
|Hand-made log cabin quilt on the master bed.|
The owners of the RV live about an acre away, and the RV was immaculate. So clean, so welcoming, so cozy. And has a private hot tub, which is always a plus. It looks out over a huge gorgeous cliff. Quiet and fresh and smelled like pine needles.
My only complaint? That we couldn't stay longer.
Zeke's only complaint? Well, RV's have small showers.
|Me in the shower. Now imagine a guy a foot and a half taller in there. (No, he wouldn't get in there to let me get a picture.)|
Z: A CT scan while wet?