Adventure and Fun-ness

I love exploring the trails with the kids.  They know the crisscrossed landscape by heart, though most of their landmarks are based on memories.

"Here is where we found that stick shaped like a fish and Freestone threw it back in the stream."

"This is called Jake's Trail of Broken Plastic."  Sure enough, there were purple pieces of plastic all over the trail.

"Here's where you turn if you want to go to where we found that turtle shell."

Today Freestone had on his "shirt for adventure and fun-ness," so obviously it was a good time to explore the trails.  And now, we have some new landmarks.  The hill where Ari had to carry Ptolemy.  The place we probably shouldn't have turned, but that led to the clearings where deer sleep.  The fork in the trail where we noticed Xanthe's face was swelling up like the back of a horny toad.  The spot where I had to lift Star over the broken fence to get out of the woods.

And today shall henceforth be known as "The time we went exploring the trails even though it was pouring rain, and we finally found the hole in the fence to get out by the school and we were soaked and covered with burrs, especially Star, and Xanthe's face got all swollen and that big rottweiler came home with us."

A good day. A day for adventure and fun-ness.  It must have been the yellow shirt.

Allergic reaction that made Xanthe look like she was about 90 years old.  Nothing Benadryl and Calamine couldn't handle, though.  She is back to her former beautiful self and fast asleep.