Dad Camp

We dropped Lina off at the airport today and for the next week Hammie and I will be living in the dirt, eating raw meat with our hands, working on cars, and doing other manly stuff. That's right, Dad camp. Without Lina to keep tabs on us there is no end to the trouble we'll get into. Hammie is already prepared as a recent spill left her with a mouth full of asphalt and a gnarly scab on her face. It'll maker her look tough when we walk into the biker bars.

Hopefully this week will be great for everyone but we'll certainly miss Lina. And all that stuff about being dirty and reckless is mostly untrue as Hammie is pretty responsible and fully capable of keeping her dad in line.

Here's a couple shots from the airport.

Hammie with some face wounds offering flowers

Hammie and Lina get some last cuddles before the week long separation

Bye bye! We'll miss you

American Girl

It only took a week in the USA for Hammie to embrace the goodness that is American. Despite being exposed to communist propaganda over the past few months she has managed to thrown off the shackles of socialism and rally around the stars and stripes. From here on out it is fast food, firearms, and freedom. Hammie is hoping to join the ranks of the obese and drive a Hummer to conservative political rallies. God Bless America.

Oh say can you see........

Pie Town

Last week Hammie finally touched down in Pie Town for the first time. It was great having everyone together and Hammie was of course showered with attention. We got suspicious when Hammie spit out her first taste of pie with a look of disgust. No child of mine could possibly dislike pie and if Hammie's second taste has the same effect Lina will have some explaining to do.

The crew at the Daily Pie

Hammie at the cabin

Farmor and Hammie

Farmor, Moffa and Hammie

The Promised Land and Root-beer Floats

Goldie Locks (aka Peter) has been with us for the duration of the journey. He's a short of live in manny (that's a man nanny) and Hammie is quite taken by his blue eyes and flowing hair.

The crew samples root-beer float in a parking lot. Ahhhh, the taste of freedom

Hammie goes grocery shopping. For some reason our cart was filled with lots of things in bright packaging

Hammie basks in glow of one of her many admirers

Hammie tries to look Southwestern. Go cowgirl

Team Sweden in Zion National Park

Peter braves "the toes of death" in Zion. He was afflicted with a strange aliment that turned his big toes into a blistery mess. What luck

Foggy Sunrises and Sin City

Håkan and Peter have left back for Sweden and Hammie, Lina and I have set off on the next part of out adventure. It was a great trip and I'm sure that the Swedes will be wishing they where back in the USA when they get back to cold snowy Sweden. Here are a few pics from the trip with more to come soon.

Our "incredible" sunrise view from Father Crowley Point. We drove a bit out of our way the night before just to wake-up to this spectacular sunrise over the Panamint Valley; the fog was so thick we could barely see the road we were drove on to get there.

Hammie with mom and dad at Darwin Falls in Death Valley National Park

Our journey under the sea at Badwater Basin

Hammie having breakfast time in the RV

Lina really gets into Vegas' all-you-can-eat buffets.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

Playing the Blues and Crushing Boulders

Here's some more pics from life on the road.

We had a week of bad weather and spent many hours hanging in the van while it dumped outside. Hammie thought it was great as she got lots of attention with no climbing to distract her parents.

When the weather improved Hammie decided to imitate mom and dad and try her hand at rock climbing. Clearly she enjoyed it.

Hammie learns the importance of protecting yourself from the sun while in the desert.

The shades made Hammie discover her inner-blues-woman. She rips on the harp.

USA

After a heinous day of travel (one ferry, one train, and two planes) we arrived in the Los Angeles just in time to for a New Year's party at Malibu. Hammie was perfect throughout the entire day and when midnight rolled around she was the only one in our little family unit that was ready to party. Apparently New Year's celebrations override jet-lag.

Pass-the-Hammie has been played non-stop over the last 3 days and now Hammie has met much of her crazy American family. She seems to enjoy the revolving playmates and everyone is quite smitten with our little girl. Good times.

Hammie chillin' in the Copenhagen airport with mom grabbing a little shuteye

Hammie hanging under the Christmas tree