Sometimes it really is more about the journey than the destination. The small people and I did a little hike this morning up to a great waterfall. If big legs had been doing all the walking it would have taken under an hour up and back. With small legs and lots to look at, though, it was more like a two hour trip. Since today was our first of of summer (no more school, no more gymnastics until the fall), and we didn't really have much else on our agenda this morning, we took our sweet time walking up the creek. I hustle these guys around plenty so it was really nice to be able to mosey up without much concern as to how quickly we were moving and although the waterfall was really pretty, the journey was, by far, the best part of the trip.
looking for salmon (there aren't any in there right now although this is a spawning river)
gathering leaves...
to toss in and watch float under the bridge and out the other side.
rock collecting (guess who ended up carrying those... and then leaving them behind for the next group to discover).
scrambling up tree trunks... some older boys had passed by us on the trail and climbed up here. Molly, never one to be daunted by what older kids are doing, decided that she was going to get up there too. It didn't quite work but it wasn't from lack of effort.
instead, she settled for scrambling up rocks.
and ended with a picnic lunch creek side.
1 comment:
love the pony-tail! :-)
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