The last hockey tournament of the season was in Moses Hole. The game Friday night was so late that DeA and I had time to go to the temple between work and puck drop.
The rink is outdoor but covered. It was cold and windy and smelled like cows. The boys got to play on the same shift quite a few times.
Friday night postgame party involved Nachos Bell Grande and a five-layered burrito, just like old days.
We had an early game the next morning, Rock thinks it was a conspiracy to keep the Wenatchee peeps in their contracted hotels. It was even colder and windier and the sun was glaring on the ice.
You can smell him from here.
We took the boys to the temple between games and Rock was baptized for Dave Judd. No, not that one, he is still alive.
She has many layers on.
They had to play a Vancouver select team that was pretty good, but the boys played well and held their own.
Rock tried schmoozing the refs between periods, but it didn't work.
We stopped at Chico's pizza. We were told that they loaded up on the toppings, which was true. The only problem is that they didn't load up on the sauce and cheese to the toppings just went everywhere. 6/10 stars, would stop again like on a youth trip.
We saw Horchata running up the driveway as were were driving up the hill. Ryker was pretty proud that she would come back to him and he carried her home.
Two little Tazmanian Devils sitting on their chargers.
DeA claimed that she didn't want to take a nap, but she made herself a cocoon and settled in for what looked like a wonderful nap.
She is trying to nail down her perfect no-bake recipe, she did one batch with evaporated milk and another with real milk to see the difference side-by-side.
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