The Alligator Farm. Here in Alamosa, the middle of a valley, surrounded by mountains, is a farm full of alligators and other assortment of species. How did they get here? Do they know where they are? How do they survive the freakin' cold winters? I'm going to find out. We did have a great time though, and left with all of our parts.
The girls, checking things out
and sharin a chair
Ostrich
Wallaby
Mr. Smiles. Lunch, he's thinking.
I spent most of the time keeping little fingers away from the chain link fence. All that separated us from the alligators. Pretty sure they can snap right through that.
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Let's get to the important part... who dressed Ilon that day?
I started, she added to. We had a compromise. Shows some fashion promise I think...
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