Or, you know, Beech Mountain.
The Cowen children practically sprinted to the top, but the Uptons were a wee bit slower, maybe because Frances insisted on climbing in her Sunday school Mary Janes, on the wrong feet, and Chandler was strapped to me.
Miss Frances, with her godparents.
No, I don't know what Josh was up to.
And then there's this one:
She was quite the trooper, only fussed a bit when Jocelyn took her for the trip down. Frances and I were a little slow, but we were navigating a mountain in Mary Janes, on the wrong feet.
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