Ed and I love to plan our vacations around the United States, with the idea that we want to see our country. The summer before we got married, we drove out west and stopped at as many National Parks as we could. We hiked in the Badlands, climbed boulders around Devil’s Tower, and saw Mount Rushmore. We spent six days and nights exploring different sections of Yellowstone National Park. We drove through the Grand Tetons, and wished we had more time to stop and hike.
Once Lily was born, we decided to explore closer to home. Lily hated traveling, so we didn’t want to drive too far away. We went to Southern Illinois, and it was like discovering a whole new world, right in our own backyard. We hiked in places with mystical names such as Giant City, Ferne Clyffe, and Garden of the Gods. These places lived up to their names in their beauty and awe-inspiring views.
She was about 10 months old at the time.
When I was six months pregnant with Emmy, we ventured into the Smoky Mountains. Please visit The Motherhood Muse blog to read a post I wrote about our experience there. I’m the guest blogger today. (Whoo-hoo!) Here’s some pictures from the Smoky Mountains, and you can see just how pregnant I really was. Which was only six months. (Seriously, I looked like I was ready to deliver Emmy right there in the mountains!)
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