Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

The trailhead we were trying to find the day before was super easy to find, when I knew where to look.

Our trail leader.

Nature is amazing. When this tree fell over it picked up the boulder it had grown around. How long until that boulder falls to the ground as the tree decomposes?

“Just keep climbing!”

Peaked.

Over it.

Noah was trying to head back down almost as soon as we got to the top. He was cold so I told him to take shelter in the trees while I took a couple of photos.

It only “looks” like he turned to stone.

The descent.

The reward.

While we were in NH, back in August, we had lunch…

geared up…

and went for a hike.

Like life, the path wasn’t clear.

But there was cool stuff along the way.

Then your family decides they don’t want to follow you up a grown-in logging road anymore.

“It was still fun right guys!?!”

“Right?”

Mostly forgiven.

Let’s go for a ride. We’ll go back to August when we took a trip up to NH on Noah’s birthday. Nana, Grampa, and Aunt Mindy welcomed Noah with cake.

Later, geared up to sleep in Nana and Grampa’s motor home with Aunt Mindy.

The next morning we went to Santa’s Village.

Flexing.

Noah was bummed on this ride last year.

Log fluuuuume!

Always fun. More soon.

A few photos from a few nights camping with The Charest’s in Connecticut at the end of June.

Bathroom run.

Tent-time stories.

Changing room.

Great times.

Last week Victoria graduated high school! We went up to the Bronx this weekend to have lunch with her and celebrate.

Bronx tour with Opa for the boys.

Photobombed.