Celebrated my 11th wedding anniversary with my desert queen, got to ride the bike for a few hours, and made burgers for Sunday lunch.
Brought one of our kids with us for our staycation because he’s now blind and we didn’t want him wandering around the house alone. The fancy resort in Paradise Valley surprisingly allowed dogs. Didn’t even ask his breed. When we first got this guy everyone was terrified of pits. Almost got kicked out of a house because of it. Praise be to Cesár for showing everyone they’re great dogs.
Stumbled upon this building while out riding. The junction between the Sante Fe and Pacific Railroads. Cool stuff.
I used some diced pickles because I already had them for a recipe. My youngest still refuses to eat beef and chicken, but has no problem with bacon. Fuck pigs, amirite?