Some activities with Olivia

Olivia and Evelyn scrubbing the spindles on our front porch.  They had done those on the deck previously.

Grandma bought Olivia some clothes for school at an upgrade consignment store near us.

We watched as Steve, the owner and guide, prepared my llama for our trek.  The llamas are not ridden.  We just led them along the trail.  They were, however, to pack the items we might need.  We had water and some raingear in the saddle bags because 70% rain chance had been predicted for that day, but we didn’t get any.

These are the 3 llamas we used: Patchy, Peanut butter and Cinnamon.

Here we go! (no Bud Light) Steve was a good Christian man, and we prayed together when we returned. 

The trail was steep, and we took many breaks to rest us, not the llamas.  The llamas don’t spit on people, according to Steve.  They will spit on each other when irritated by other llamas.  If a person happens to be between the antagonists, he or she may receive some spillover.  Ours were compatible.  Steve was always in front to my pleasure.  Since the trail was steep both going up and coming down, he was much stronger in case Evelyn, in front, slipped and needed to be caught.