About a week before Labor Day I opened my spice cupboard, noticed a tin of almonds and remembered I was going to make granola. Thinking about granola reminded me of hiking and thence sprang the idea of going on a hike for Labor Day (it is now Sept 14and I still haven't made the granola, but we did go hiking). We drove out to Toronto Lake in the Flint Hills; passing thousands of acres of cattle grazing land. The kids would've done better if we had brought a video, but it wasn't too bad for a day trip. We played lots of I spy and 20 questions. The hike was beautiful and had lots of interesting nature for the kids to explore: Tunnel spider webs just off the trail, silk worm "webs" up in the trees, mushrooms, bridges, rocks-even some pretty large hills. Instead of granola, we stopped midway and snacked on food from our 72 hour kits (we need to rotate them anyway). More I spy on the trail; a tree?, a rock?, the sky? And the thing they loved the most: Keeping an eye out for the blue squares on the trees marking the trail. The only casualties were some chigger bites and Rachel threw up in the car on the way home. Ahhh, that's what memories are made of.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Labor Day adventure
About a week before Labor Day I opened my spice cupboard, noticed a tin of almonds and remembered I was going to make granola. Thinking about granola reminded me of hiking and thence sprang the idea of going on a hike for Labor Day (it is now Sept 14and I still haven't made the granola, but we did go hiking). We drove out to Toronto Lake in the Flint Hills; passing thousands of acres of cattle grazing land. The kids would've done better if we had brought a video, but it wasn't too bad for a day trip. We played lots of I spy and 20 questions. The hike was beautiful and had lots of interesting nature for the kids to explore: Tunnel spider webs just off the trail, silk worm "webs" up in the trees, mushrooms, bridges, rocks-even some pretty large hills. Instead of granola, we stopped midway and snacked on food from our 72 hour kits (we need to rotate them anyway). More I spy on the trail; a tree?, a rock?, the sky? And the thing they loved the most: Keeping an eye out for the blue squares on the trees marking the trail. The only casualties were some chigger bites and Rachel threw up in the car on the way home. Ahhh, that's what memories are made of.
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