in the south of tucson
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Walking in the river
I took Darcy back to the wash when it was not quite so raging. We had a blast playing in the water!
This frog was about the size of your pinky fingernail.
I sat along the sand bank, read, and pretended like I was at Lake Michigan.
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Thursday, July 19, 2012
Walking in the river
I took Darcy back to the wash when it was not quite so raging. We had a blast playing in the water!
This frog was about the size of your pinky fingernail.
I sat along the sand bank, read, and pretended like I was at Lake Michigan.
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