The other day we decided to go hiking. We wanted to find a little out-of-the-way lake that Stan heard about from some other guys, but they said the trail is hard to find. It wasn't a difficult trail, so we could take the kids on it. It was just hard to find it.
With a few pseudo-clear directions (keep right the whole way, but when you get to a fork turn left...and...it'll open up to a clearing where an old hunting shack is...and...something about a cattle guard) we loaded up the backpacks, 4 kids and a dog into the Forest Service Green Bronco and headed out.
We drove. And drove. And drove. And bounced. And curved. Up and down. All around. We were comin' around the mountain when we come...but the mountain never ended. It kept going. Around.
The kids fussed. Mom got car sick. The dog barked. Dad drove.
We never found the trail. So...we decided to save this hunt for another day and headed off to the other side of the valley to the other mountain range to find a different hiking trail. One we had very clear directions to.
But we missed the turn-off because Mom was turned around fussing at the fussing kids. So we did what any great adventurous family would do.
We went home and put the kids down for a nap. All of them. While Mom and Dad had a relaxing time floating in the pool.
But I did take my camera this time.
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I cannot say how much I appreciate your honesty in your family posts! Thanks for helping us feel normal!
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