We tried to fly a kite, and looked for the first flowers. We've already seen the first purple saxifrages in town, but I think there, in the park, it is still too cold. We did see fuzzy willow flowers, though.
On our way home we decided to take another dirt road around the park--and drove and drove, sometimes through huge puddles. But it was worth it. We ended up on the bank of the Sylvia Grinnel river--wild and turquoise because of the ice under the water.
I snapped photos of the frequent airplanes above, and of the rushing water. Boy Unicorn almost fell into the river, while smashing ice formations on shore. Girl Unicorn mostly stayed in the car, writing her novel. Baby Unicorn laughed and laughed in the amautik.
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