Over the Pass and Through the Woods…

About the time that school got out and we finally had some extra time to lavish on my parents, they decided it was time to leave  town.  (Yeah, go ahead and try to explain the reasoning behind that.) Not to be deterred, we hauled a kid up to them and left her there.  (Do you know how quiet it is with only one child in the house?)

Yesterday was the designated day to switch kids.  So I got up at the Crack of Dawn to take KT over the pass to the  campground where my parents are staying.  My folks are full-time RVers and have been to a lot of parks in the last five or so years.  This one, I have to say is one of my favorites.  It’s just so pretty, it smells wonderful and just seems…well…magical.  (Stop laughing at me Shaun!)

Mom and Dad decided that they wanted to take me and the girls on a “walk up the mountain”.  I readily agreed thinking it would be nice to take a little walk in the woods. 

We started down the path and started up a gentle incline.  I walked with my dad as Mom and the girls darted up ahead. Dad just looked at them, shook his head and sagely noted that they would slow down shortly.  My father, of course, was right.  They had pretty much stopped at the base of what looked like a sheet of rock.  My nearly seventy year old dad kept right on going at the same pace as mom and I struggled to just breathe as we pretended we were mountain goats.  Mimi thought it was her job to stay with us and prod our bottoms up the treacherous incline.  KT happily skipped ahead with her grandpa. (I would have taken photos but it was all I could do to merely put one foot in front of the other!)

They had told me that the view at the top of the mountain was well worth the hike.  (I didn’t think they literally meant hike!) They were right, it was beautiful up there.  (Of course the oxygen was so thin way up there that anything might have appeared gorgeous)

Fortunately, Mom had packed  provisions and had snuck them into Dad’s pack.  So we dined at a picnic table that must have been helicoptered  in to the top of the mountain.  

Halfway through our feast, we started to feel as though we were being watched.  We started to search nervously around to see if we were being sized up by a hungry wildcat or bear.  Instead what we found was much more terrifying…about 15 feet about our heads…the trees had eyes

We grabbed our stuff and ran as fast as our exhausted legs could carry us.   (Didn’t you ever watch the Wizard of Oz? Trees can be mean!) Dad said to follow him as he knew a shortcut.  (He tells us this after we climbed the mountain?)

The shortcut turned out to have the beginnings of a delightful outdoors museum about logging.  The first part was about Snuffy a hapless, cook who was treed by a bear.  Hopefully you can click and read his story.  (No, the photos aren’t so great, but we were really nervous about the trees!)

 

There was also some old logging tools being set up.

It didn’t take too long before we were back at the RV (or couch as I’m supposed to call it).  It was a fun day.  Lucky Shaun gets to pick KT up on Sunday as I’m off playing with “the girls” all weekend. 

I wonder if I should warn him about taking a “walk”…

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Mimi getting frustrated while helping Grandma set up a NeoPet of her own!

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