Walking and Talking

We got out for some walking/hiking towards the end of last week, which was really nice. Molly and Grampy got to hit up two favorite spots while and Molly hoofed it for the majority of both excursions, which gives me hope of getting out there by myself. She would have rather walked the whole time but sometimes the speed needs to be turned up a notch or two so she gets slung onto someone's back. I prefer to carry wee little Jack since he's about 1/3 of her weight, although is working hard to catch up. Little chunker is already up to 9 lbs 4 oz so has done well regaining his birth weight and then a-plenty more. I can attest to his hard work.

We have a good number of bears around these parts (a mom I met had one camped out in her yard up on one of the hills for three days) so we've engaged Molly's services in keeping them away when we're out and about in the woods. I'm pretty sure that her songs, antics, and somewhat loud hiking attire work better than bear spray, yelling "hey ice cream/hey bear" or any other solution out there.

Jack stayed nestled, all snug in his Bjorn

Molly got a ride courtesy of Grampy


On Sunday, John and Grampy took Molly up to a waterfall, which is more of a trickle this time of year. Fortunately, rock tossing remained possible...

while Jack stayed back with the ladies and kept us entertained.