Little House in the Desert

After a  long drive and a fun baseball game we arrived at my parents house Friday night.  I knew we had spent too much time in the car when I asked the kids if they wanted to go back down to Phoenix the next morning to pick up their sister.
 "How many miles?" they asked.  Only 120 each way.
 "O, that's not too bad," they responded.  240 miles in the car..bring it on.  Just a short little jaunt down south.
When Karly flew to Philadelphia four months earlier we were four hours late picking her up.  Now after numerous delays Karly's flight was four hours late arriving.  Funny how if these too things had been simultaneous we would have been right in sync. 
Since we were already on our way and had some time to kill we decided to stop at a museum I had always wanted to visit..The Pioneer Living History Museum.

Just one more day of living history.  This time with my family.

Can't say you weren't warned.