My mom decided that after hearing about the famous Sandhill Cranes Migration along the North Platte River for the past 12 years living in Nebraska, it was time to go see what all the fuss was about. She got tickets for her and my dad, and then got more for Max and I when we got wind of the plan because obviously we wanted in. She booked us a hotel in Grand Island (about 90 minutes away from Lincoln), and we looked forward to the weekend. Unfortunately, she had to go to Utah last minute and wasn't back in time to see the cranes after all! There was a little discussion between the remaining three of us if we should still go, but no one backed out so cranes were on again. Grandpa Bim, my dad's dad, suggested that Natalie use the extra ticket since my mom couldn't go. Natalie was thrilled! But then I realized that she would be bored and cold, so we tried to talk her out of it. She wasn't buying it, assuring us that, "no no, I love watching birds!" That gir...
Austin, Jessie, Natalie, Stockton, Jack, and Claire (and Mario!)