Day one: My journey begins to scale the famed-snowy peak in southeastern Pennsylvania. The tundra ahead is foreboding, but my will in strong.
Day fifteen: Halfway up the peak, and the air is getting thin. If I don't make it bad, tell Emma I love her. But don't let her play with my Paw Patrol figures.
Day twenty-three: Finally, the summit. Our crew is exhausted but morale is high. Plus, Grandmom Shane just said it's time for hot dogs, and we're starving.
1 comment:
Hysterical!
Love,
Grandmom Linda
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