On Top of Mount Baldy

Friday night was the last family dinner where everyone, (including OLeif, Collette, and Puck), would be together until September. The crowd was splitting up for various events across the country (and the world, in Carrie’s case) for the next six weeks.
Puck had learned another trick.
“Where’s your ears, Puck?”
He pulled on one of his ears and grinned.
“Puck, where’s your nose?”
Puck thought about this, and seemed to have a memory relapse.
“Information overload,” said Rose.
Later, however, he recalled the position of his nose, and clapped in delight at his genius.
So while he and Linnea played in the new blue plastic pool in the backyard, Rose told everyone about how fantastic Dark Knight was.
“It was the best movie I’ve ever seen in the theaters,” she said. “I had no idea how cool it was going to be. Heath Ledger was amazing as The Joker.”
That was the official review. Joe concurred.
That night, everyone gathered around pork chops for dinner, after Dad and OLeif returned from work. Afterward, they watched the Philmont slideshow and videos in the basement. Francis had taken a collection of very good pictures.
“He always was a good photographer,” said Carrie. “Remember when he had that Polaroid camera?”
Francis still had a seven year-old collection of now somewhat battered Polaroids in a box somewhere. In the cute little Francis days. Now he was a cute big Francis.
The photos took the viewers from base camp to the top of Mount Baldy where the view stretched for many miles into the haze. Francis had also captured the giant thunderstorms and double rainbow on film, their loyal burrough, and his horse, “Cherry Bomb”.