Living the dream.

This is my girl. My beautiful girl. Her eyes full of mischief, her freckled nose, and her curls. Oh, those curls. Not a day goes by that someone doesn't mention her hair. What I would give for her hair. But Juliana? All she wants, all she has ever wanted, is straight hair.


Last week she got her wish. She stepped out of the shower that first morning in the mountains, brushed her hair, and let it dry. And it did. Straight. Not an ounce of humidity in that air. Just pure, fresh, dry mountain air. And the result was straight hair for 4 days.


Looking back at our holiday years from now I wonder if she'll remember Takakkaw Falls or our lovely Emerald Lake hike? Maybe seeing the trains in the Spiral Tunnel? Or spotting the bear at Howse Pass?

Nah. I bet that her fondest memory will be the one about her hair.....