Rock Out

Spring weather equals barn trips. Carrie played with the four-leggers and I trotted after the dual-legged boy. 

There was a rock pile.

Shane slid down it many, many times. My only rule was "Don't throw rocks away from the pile. Someone paid to have those there."

Shane ended up like this. Puffs of dust formed clouds with each step he took.

We also found a trail and some radio towers, but it was hard to keep Shane away. He wanted to rock out and ended up heavily soiled.