After we acted as Human Tampers for My Captain this weekend, he decided to reward us with a creek hike.
To an arthritic, overweight, sloth-like Mama, there is questionable validity in the term ‘reward.’
We aren’t all made the same, is what I’m saying.
But I love my munchkins, and I could tell they were in need of a change of venue, so I dutifully came along.
At first we found great beauty and reveled in the excitement of adventure.
But it was about the time we entered the creek I realized that My Captain had not brought along the necessary gear…..He didn’t have his muck boots.
What did this mean? It meant My Captain would be the official Camera-Man. It also meant that Mama would be the one in the drink with the kids.
This was fine for a while…..
And then Critter’s boots started rubbing his shins raw….
So I carried him barefoot to the flat path parallel to the creek.
It is a good thing my arthritic, loping, ga-lumphing limp, and several wind-milling-armed near-misses did not translate to film.
But even if they had….there is no way on God’s green earth I would have posted them!
I have SOME self-respect, after all.
(not much, but some.)
If you haven’t gone fall-creeking with your kids….do it today. It’s worth every blooming near-miss, every galumphing gait,
and every photo-bomb.