Beaver Creek

We're spending some time in Flagstaff right now and on the way up here, we stopped at Beaver Creek. Why did we do that? Apparently, so that we could terrorize the six year old with crawdads and freaky bugs. There was much shrieking. But she had fun too...I think.

We had some kind of shoe "thing" going on.  One of Satvinder's shoes got washed away in the creek current (more shrieking) and while we never found her shoe, Mangala Sadhu Sangeet did find another shoe that the creek had eaten.  Then we drove off with me feeling like I was forgetting something...which was, of course, my own shoes.