A Traditional Bankhead Thanksgiving

For the fourth year in a row, we've spent some portion of the Thanksgiving holiday camping. This year we attempted Yosemite with Paul's sister and niece. Our days were filled with spectacular views, disturbingly domesticated deer, and a magical 5-foot stick that inspired James to hike for miles without complaint. Our one night was so cold that we decided to go home a day early rather than shiver through another night. (Side note: When Sadie woke up crying in the middle of the freezing night, Paul soothed her back to sleep with a lovely and appropriate bedtime story entitled, "The Willie and Martin Handcart Companies." See here for a grown-up version.)