There is a tiny town hidden in the cedars of the Sierra Nevada called Twain Harte. The town is a summer haven for retirees and toddlers alike with hot days spent sipping strawberry milkshakes lakeside. We decided to grab one of our favorite families, the Booths, and head on up (or I should say east) to Twain Harte. We went swimming, read books, covered our bodies in sand (Lily), ate at some of the slowest restaurants on the planet and perfected our Uno game. Love summer in the mountains!
The Cabin
The Whole Gang
Sandy Fun
Proud to be an American... I mean Canadian, Norwegian. Oh shoot. I guess we are just proud.
The Girls making us a fire- embracing the whole cabin experience.
Lil was not digging the Mother/Daughter shot.
I think it's time for a new suit.. just saying.
Our sweet ride in Columbia the old western town.
He asked for us to join him for a round at the saloon.
Gold! Teaching Lil some life skills.
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