Good eggs

While I was in DC last weekend visiting the cherry blossoms,

and seeing my friend Emily off to wedded bliss, 

Andy took the girls to hunt for Easter eggs at Camp Kennolyn in the Santa Cruz mountains.

I wonder where Lily gets her scowl.

Hanging with camp director Andrew. (Not really. She was just walking by, but I like to think they were shooting the breeze.)

The gorgeous Giant Sequoias. 

And my little chipmunk.

Apparently some of the eggs were hidden amongst the poison oak. See how Amalia is directing her sister into the brush?

Packing pockets.

Good thing she wore cargo pants. She's a planner, that one. 

Emptying the candy and returning the plastic eggs so they can be used again next year.