To finish off our Easter Weekend we hiked and rolled Easter eggs at White Sands. For 10 years now West has made fun of this Easter tradition that I grew up doing. This year he was a first timer, and I am happy to say he now understands why to those of us who do this, there is really no other reason for dyed Easter eggs other then rolling. He helped his nephews build their track and of coarse had to climb up over the cliffs to roll one of them. The girls loved doing this with their cousins and grandpa was there to supervise it all. Brianna and Kylee were the last to get their track done but were very proud of it. Sierra and her cousins would let their eggs go down and hold their breath until they saw that it made it to the bottom with out any damage. But before they could be to relieved Ella would grab as many as she could and take off. They did not like this at all. Ella loved rolling around in the sand. Before we all left, we had grandpa pose with what are about half of his goofy grandchildren.
