Out to the Swell

Out to the desert, past the mountains and through the inversions. We had ice and snow, sun and a goodly amount of solace to celebrate another year of being a family on the edge of the civilized world.
That's what it means to be a Burningham, I reckon, to be comfortable at the periphery and happy in the knowledge that even if we aren't exactly acceptable, we've got some excellent friends and family, and we're happy to be a part of their lives.
It's sure nice to go out to the wilderness and play, though.