Almost done with half

Part of the fun of being at The Prop is being able to sit by the campfire. And eating. Sometimes doing both together, or doing them separately. It's still one of the best parts, in my opinion.

I would like to explain a bit about the look Grandpa is giving Corrine. While we were at Lake Powell, she was worried about everything. The boat sinking, getting struck by lightening, drowning, the wind. Everything. So when we left Powell and were at the prop, her worries stayed with her. She was afraid of a little breeze, of the 4-wheelers crashing, of me when I whispered, "Boo." It was getting out of hand. And it was crippling her. All she wanted to do was sit on the couch and bury her head under a pillow. Frankly, I was getting somewhat irritated because I could see that some of it was just for attention. So the shot of her with Grandpa is him talking to her, reasoning with her and explaining to her that there are times to be afraid and times not to be afraid. This is her listening, and she's been fine ever since. That is, until a few days ago, when she overheard Michael and I talking about a forest fire which is a few mountain ranges away from us. Now she's taken to wearing a gas mask around just in case she dies from smoke inhalation. Also, she's left the hose running on the lawn outside so that if the fire does by chance come our way, it won't burn us, by golly!