Here's Vesya by the pool on the morning we headed for Yellowstone. She insisted on a hour at the pool before we could check out. I swear, if she's within 1,500 feet of a pool, she's in it.
A stranger took our picture in front of the water slide. I had to pry the camera from her cold, dead fingers.
Apparently I needed another picture of Vesya sitting in a restaurant. Can't get enough of 'em.
Eventually Vesya decided to ignore me and ordered a turkey sandwich that she still remembers fondly to this day.