Fast forward 20 years and stop.the.world. I've turned into my parents. (How does that happen? One day you're 15 and swearing up and down that you will NEVER be like your parents, and then BAM- it just sort of happens...and you're mostly grateful for it!) I find myself now thinking that it has been a really good Sunday if we've had time to just take an hour out of our busy lives to drive around way too slow on narrow country roads. Kamron and I (sometimes) hold hands in the front seat and look at houses and dream about where we will be in 5 years or 10 years. We nearly always travel the same roads, and somehow our journey leads us right to this little alpaca farm that is nestled in the middle of the country. For years, we've been pulling the car over on the side of the road and rolling down the windows so the kids can yell at the alpacas from the backseat. The sign on the front of the farm gives a phone number to call for farm tours and we've always said we'd love to do it- but it always turns into one of those things that we just never remembered to call about.
Once you've seen one alpaca, you've kind of seen them all. They don't do much. Just stand around and look kind of goofy. Some have better hair styles than others, but for the most part, they are all the same! Luckily, there was a hammock and that was everyone's favorite part of our Sunday adventure!