Tra-Tay ain’t got nothin’ on Us

I think it’s Fair to say, Tra-Tay ain’t got nothin’ on us! Timeto zone in on where it all started, well at least where we made it official. The heat nor the rain could keep me away from the BBQ, though Randa is still trying to find  it.This leads us into our stay made for Kings, thankfully forone night, and later on to the land of Dolly, traffic, and bears. Press play, kick back with some bread pudding, and try to ignore the fireworks and squirrels.