Smells like Money to You?

This weekend was supposed to be "THE WEEKEND". The weekend where Taylor gets to drag his wife and 2 kids off to the wilderness and live his dream of roughing it. So after weeks of meticulously planning our route, buying all sorts of roughing it knick-knacks, and analyzing our Wilderness Wildlife Identification packets, we woke up early Saturday, grabbed our backpacks that Taylor had packed weeks ago, and headed off on our journey. The drive was not long. The scenery was beautiful, and as we got closer I could see the excitement building in my husbands eyes. However when we arrived, to my husbands shock and great dismay, the park had a huge sign reading... CLOSED DUE TO EXTREME FIRE DANGER. Apparently all forrests in So-Cal were closed that morning due to the supposed arrival of the Santa Ana winds. Yes, there is a god!

So did the Nelsons let this unfortunate event get to us? Heck no! While driving home we saw the sign for the LA Zoo, pulled off the highway, and had our own little adventure.

We knew the weekend wasn't a total waste when we arrived and Abby said, "Daddy, smells like money to you?" (Something Taylor says every time we pass cows. :) )