The past week I took a trip to the town of my birth, Huron, SD. It was just my 20-month-old daughter Fiona and me having a week to roam around. We mostly spent time with family and, since my partially bilingual Fiona wakes up in the morning every day asking to see “‘ballo” (caballo/horse), we made arrangements to see a farm that had some!
As one might know/expect from traveling with a toddler, the trip wasn’t without drama, especially on the days that we were actually flying and driving. I can’t say that flying with a small child is easy or pleasant, but when it’s over, it’s over, and I couldn’t have had a better week. Getting to bring Fiona to see people that I have always in my life and let her have a relationship with them, though distance keeps us from seeing each other very often, made this trip one of my favorite trips I’ve ever had. Here are some photos from the trip.