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Sunni learned to play the dulcimer pretty quickly
Sharon played around with it, too

A view I saw while scouting territory one evening

"Good fences make good neighbors." - Robert Frost
We went to a playground for lunch in Yellville and Duncan had some difficulty riding the little horse
He's not used to riding horses

It was quite a sad moment as he slowly fell backwards
And ended up on the ground. (But still on the horse)

Danny, on the other hand, had a great experience on the playground

Random chair in the playground. I wasn't sure why it was there, until I discovered that it spins!

A giant teeter-totter

Duncan, still trying to stay on the horse

Sunni was quite the turtleback rider

Duncan and I tried to figure out who was heavier

It turns out that I am - just barely

Karen and Rafael riding a dragonfly seesaw
Sharon looks like she's ready to go

Grandma Dorothy, the nicest lady we've ever stayed with.

Sunni and Sharon taking a Sabbath walk
Rafael was really happy to find a friendly horse
This program, we fully utilized all two of our ukeleles.

Even Duncan learned to play one.

Yep. Even Duncan.

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