The second best method of wearing your kids out
… is taking them for a long walk in the cold cold rain.
The newest batch of pics I’ve posted to flickr will be from a hike I took the girls on today. They were seriously tired and cranky all morning, and I was beginning to sense that Ms B needed a break. I needed one too, but I figured I’d get a nap when I got back.
We went to Forest Park for a walk. I love Forest Park, and today was ice-cold. It was so cold I had to hold my breath when I took pictures because I didn’t want the breath-fog in the photo. We went across the St Johns Bridge and down Highway 30 for a little bit. At about the Arco sign, just as you enter Linnton, there’s a little turn around behind a bus shelter. The trailhead is behind there.
Miss K cried the entire way in the car, but when I stopped the car and took her out at the trail head, she got real quiet. She kept saying “big” and “wet.”
It was definately wet. We had a lot of mud and muck. Miss B kept talking about how the scenery reminded her of how she imagines Terabithia. She’s been reading Bridge to Terabithia in preparation for the movie’s release, and she walked along naming various features. “I’m going to name this tree ‘Green Bark’.” … “That tree is ‘Witch’s House.” … It was precious; reminded me of myself at her age.
Miss B picked up a stick, a small barkless smooth stick she termed “Ivory wood- it’s pretty, and strong, and it’s used by elves to make their arrows.” She was washing it off in the little creek, with Miss K looking on, very intently. She (Miss K) put her hand gently on Miss B’s shoulder, and watched as the stick got clean, and then she announced she wanted a stick too. So she found a stick (bigger, hairier, and more bark), and washed it off in the stream just like her big sister. It was cute neat touching to watch their bonding moment.
We saw some terrific rotten stumps serving as “nurse logs” for smaller trees. You can see the roots of the younger tree over the rotten stump, down the side and into the dirt (not just into the log.) There were a lot of mossy tree branches; Miss B was startled as a loose piece of moss dropped out of the tree in front of her and drifted silently to the ground. There was a very small waterfall, and there was some neat places where the creek had washed away all the dirt and just ran across a flat piece of rock; like a rock bed made of one single rock. There were trees with mushrooms, moss, ferns and ivy growing on them; it was really pretty.
There’s some parts that are steep too; but even the two year old made it up and down them without slipping and getting all muddy. Don’t recommend this trail for wheelchairs or canes (but the Lower Macleay trail would be fine, for a little bit).
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