Old Dusty Doors.

_{Not to be confused with roads, windows, and houses. For our final family reunion day, we stopped at three places, the creek, dam, and a river. Around 11:00 AM PST, we left home, at Shelton, WA, and ventured like 20 miles northwest to a creek. We made random videos. Took pictures. Mom got scared. Sounded like we were in trouble. We were far away, upstream, making videos, screaming mating calls, ow ow. We were acting crazy, having fun, making memories. We almost lost mom but then saw her taking pictures. We went to a dam or tried to. We followed a trail that said there is a dam out there. We took photos and then went to a river or a bay which lies between Washington State (WA), USA, and Canada. In other words, we stopped at Port Angeles, not to be confused with Los Angeles. We ate a restaurant. We took many photos and videos. I ran out of space on my 16 GB HD phone. So, I formatted my 64 GB SD card which was already in my phone. It had a backup Ubuntu bootup OS program inside but I erased it and set up the card for external storage and then continued recording and taking pictures. We sang to Larry Michell songs in the car, songs like that Dusty Door. Maria wanted to watch a movie. We play fought and arm wrestled, me & Ricky. We talked many things. I had too many chocolate cookies. We saw inside a cool trailer. We look at old Rick photos and family pictures.}