Continuing on with our camping trip at Turkey Run...Saturday morning we took a hike on some trails and were hot and sweaty quickly. The temps were rising and the sun was bright. After lunch, 19 of us headed out to canoe, tube or kayak on Sugar Creek. The moment we stepped up to the window to pay for our trip, it started raining. It did not stop raining for about 3 hours...actually it stopped the very moment we pulled our tubes, kayak and canoe out of the creek at the end of the trip. Literally.
I'm not kidding when I tell you that I just laughed and laughed. It was freezing and the rain was coming down on us the entire time. I can only guess that the water was around 70 to 75 degrees and there were many times, we actually got out into the water just to warm up. I would take the water with my hands and splash it onto my legs to keep warm. The air/rain was freezing.
We were in swimsuits and creek clothes prepared to get some sun and come back with a glowing tan. We brought nothing with us. As soon as we set sail, Jay handed me his t-shirt. I put it on my head. I know I looked like a first-class idiot, but just having the rain off my face made it doable for me. I had long since given up on looking stylish.
I had practically begged Lane to get a kayak and he was having none of it. He wanted a tube like the 14 other people in our group. I went with the kayak and loved it. It was so great to maneuver and zip around in. I could go with the current or against it without much effort. At our halfway point, he asked if he could try out the Kayak...I never saw it again. I was stuck with a tube. To me, it wasn't nearly as fun, but had it been sunny, maybe it would've been.
About 45 minutes into the trip when I could see there was no end in sight for the rainfall, I started hollering out all the positive aspects of the weather. It wasn't hot (I don't like to sweat), no chance of sunburn, no bugs, we were still burning calories (we had just eaten taco salad and nachos for lunch, yummy), it wasn't hailing, there weren't high winds (although we had some wind every now and then...brrrr), water levels were good, we weren't going to waste our whole day out there on the creek and we were MAKIN' MEMORIES - it was a given that we would never forget this trip.
On a side note, there was a group at the end waiting for bus pick-up that had lost their car keys in the creek. They had nothing but the wet clothes and shoes they were wearing. And they were an hour-and-a-half from home. Things can always get worse...
We made it down the creek and headed back to the campground where the evening ended pretty well. There was one couple in the camp family that stayed behind with their one-year-old daughter. They decided to head to the creek and go kayaking on Sunday since they had someone to watch their little girl. I told "Sherri" that the kayak was the only way to go and it was fool-proof. Famous last words. I wish I would've been a bird in a tree along the creek. She ended up rolling her kayak three times. THREE TIMES. Apparently the bottom was full of water and no one realized it. The weight of the water caused her to roll if she leaned any at all. It still makes me laugh just thinking about it because my kayak was so smooth and easy to handle. Good points - she got her money back and they had full sun!
Sunday, we completed a full day without rain. I know back home they got nailed, but we stayed dry. The boys took Jay and I on a bike ride to this really neat trail...only it wasn't really a trail. It was a humongous ravine where the kids were sliding down the sides on their butts in the mud...there were logs and branches every which way. It was a total suicide mission. I could barely stomach watching. Those are the kinds of things mothers don't need to witness.
We had a good Sunday lunch with some guests and celebrated a little fella's birthday. That afternoon we visited the pool at the state park for a few hours and later that evening we went on a really neat trail, and although we were nearly smashed by a semi on the highway (we got off course a little) it was an enjoyable evening.
We headed home bright and early on Monday to avoid the impending rainstorms headed our way. It was a nice weekend of makin' memories for the most part. I have decided that 10% chance of rain in Sarah's world doesn't mean 90% chance of sunshine. What it really means is rain.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Thursday, June 27, 2013
TRSP - 10% chance, Part I
First off, if you haven't been to Turkey Run State Park, you should take a day and go. Pack a picnic basket and head north. It isn't terribly far and is a very well-kept park. There are lots of nice trails, a pool, horseback riding (rentals) and the canoeing option. There is also a very nice Inn you could stay in.
We made it camping the whole four days without any major mishaps. One of the boys got pretty skinned up from a bike accident (that's a given...someone will wreck), but it wasn't horrible. And he didn't cry either...so that was a plus.
It's funny, in the week preceding our little camping trip, I checked the weather daily. All along it looked like it was going to be pretty hot (90s+) but dry. Possible chance of rain or storm on Sunday, but it was just a slight chance. My last glance at the forecast showed 10% chances of rain. Friday I decided to not even look because, at that point, we were going regardless. I had several people say, "Oh, it's going to be so hot this weekend." My response was, "We'll be okay, we're going to go canoeing one day and they have a nice swimming pool, so at least we'll have ways to cool off."
Friday evening after setting everything up, we began to prepare for supper. The menu for the first evening was hamburgers, porkburgers, hot dogs and potatoes and carrots (with butter) cooked in a foil pan on the grill. We had just about finished peeling and slicing all the veggies when we noticed it getting very dark to the north. After a quick review of the radar on a fancy phone and a call from the Quackdaddy asking if we were okay, we realized we were about to get hammered and there was a possibility of hail and high winds. Joy.
Everyone took cover in their campers and I continued to work on the taters and carrots in our camper. We had two large foil pans full and ready to cook. My fear was the potatoes would start turning black:( Thankfully, we're not just ordinary campers. We're resourceful, redneck campers. Covering the blazing fire with a pancake griddle thing and some foil and moving the gas grill under an awning were the answers to a hot, yummy supper.
It was so funny during the rain I was in our camper and I happened to look out the window toward the others...all I could see was a bunch of smoke. It was pouring. And that was our fire. It continued to blaze. When the rain stopped, everyone else was scrambling to build a fire with wet wood, ours just kept on burning.
One camper in our camp family has a slight leak. I say slight, but really that is untrue. It's more like Niagara Falls. Thankfully, duct tape arrived just in the nick of time, and would you believe, sealing that slide-out with the tape kept the camper dry?! May have looked a tad funny from afar, but that silver tape was a Godsend.
We had regular visits from our fury friend, the Raccoon. There are certain aspects of camping I forget about until I'm face to face with them...coons are one of them. We had left a large red tote outside the camper under the table and awning with food supplies. We would just get things out of it as needed. Items like: gravy mix, marshmallows, hot dog buns, powdered sugar, Kool-Aid drink packets, etc.
Little by little things started disappearing from our red tote, and we would see the leftovers near the woods behind the camper. We were blaming our children and the other children for getting into the tote, pulling stuff out and leaving it on the table, which invited the coons over...until I came around the corner and saw the Raccoon walking away from the red tote with a bag of powdered sugar in his mouth. I went to the red tote and saw the muddy footprints all over the lid. What a stinker. The rest of the weekend, someone would ask for something after not finding it and we would just say the Coons must have gotten it.
There was a sign warning us to treat the wildlife humanely...to me, there is nothing humane about the condition that poor coon was in after eating a bag of Kool-Aid drink packets, multiple bags of marshmallows and buns, a bag of powdered sugar and a package of peppery gravy mix - and that was just at our camper; he borrowed from the rest of our group too. We did leave him alone, and although many, many traps were set by our inventive young campers, he escaped capture.
One of our guys walked into the men's bathroom and there was a big, 'ole black snake curled up in the middle of the floor. He just pushed it on outside the door. Ugh. I am so glad that snake had the wherewithal to go into the men's restroom and not the women's. There could've been a much different outcome there with a lot more hoopla.
Stay tuned for Part II of a 10% chance as we continue makin' memories...
We made it camping the whole four days without any major mishaps. One of the boys got pretty skinned up from a bike accident (that's a given...someone will wreck), but it wasn't horrible. And he didn't cry either...so that was a plus.
It's funny, in the week preceding our little camping trip, I checked the weather daily. All along it looked like it was going to be pretty hot (90s+) but dry. Possible chance of rain or storm on Sunday, but it was just a slight chance. My last glance at the forecast showed 10% chances of rain. Friday I decided to not even look because, at that point, we were going regardless. I had several people say, "Oh, it's going to be so hot this weekend." My response was, "We'll be okay, we're going to go canoeing one day and they have a nice swimming pool, so at least we'll have ways to cool off."
Friday evening after setting everything up, we began to prepare for supper. The menu for the first evening was hamburgers, porkburgers, hot dogs and potatoes and carrots (with butter) cooked in a foil pan on the grill. We had just about finished peeling and slicing all the veggies when we noticed it getting very dark to the north. After a quick review of the radar on a fancy phone and a call from the Quackdaddy asking if we were okay, we realized we were about to get hammered and there was a possibility of hail and high winds. Joy.
Everyone took cover in their campers and I continued to work on the taters and carrots in our camper. We had two large foil pans full and ready to cook. My fear was the potatoes would start turning black:( Thankfully, we're not just ordinary campers. We're resourceful, redneck campers. Covering the blazing fire with a pancake griddle thing and some foil and moving the gas grill under an awning were the answers to a hot, yummy supper.
It was so funny during the rain I was in our camper and I happened to look out the window toward the others...all I could see was a bunch of smoke. It was pouring. And that was our fire. It continued to blaze. When the rain stopped, everyone else was scrambling to build a fire with wet wood, ours just kept on burning.
One camper in our camp family has a slight leak. I say slight, but really that is untrue. It's more like Niagara Falls. Thankfully, duct tape arrived just in the nick of time, and would you believe, sealing that slide-out with the tape kept the camper dry?! May have looked a tad funny from afar, but that silver tape was a Godsend.
We had regular visits from our fury friend, the Raccoon. There are certain aspects of camping I forget about until I'm face to face with them...coons are one of them. We had left a large red tote outside the camper under the table and awning with food supplies. We would just get things out of it as needed. Items like: gravy mix, marshmallows, hot dog buns, powdered sugar, Kool-Aid drink packets, etc.
Little by little things started disappearing from our red tote, and we would see the leftovers near the woods behind the camper. We were blaming our children and the other children for getting into the tote, pulling stuff out and leaving it on the table, which invited the coons over...until I came around the corner and saw the Raccoon walking away from the red tote with a bag of powdered sugar in his mouth. I went to the red tote and saw the muddy footprints all over the lid. What a stinker. The rest of the weekend, someone would ask for something after not finding it and we would just say the Coons must have gotten it.
There was a sign warning us to treat the wildlife humanely...to me, there is nothing humane about the condition that poor coon was in after eating a bag of Kool-Aid drink packets, multiple bags of marshmallows and buns, a bag of powdered sugar and a package of peppery gravy mix - and that was just at our camper; he borrowed from the rest of our group too. We did leave him alone, and although many, many traps were set by our inventive young campers, he escaped capture.
One of our guys walked into the men's bathroom and there was a big, 'ole black snake curled up in the middle of the floor. He just pushed it on outside the door. Ugh. I am so glad that snake had the wherewithal to go into the men's restroom and not the women's. There could've been a much different outcome there with a lot more hoopla.
Stay tuned for Part II of a 10% chance as we continue makin' memories...
Friday, June 21, 2013
Run, Turkey Run!
I'm writing this post on Thursday, the day before we leave for our long weekend of camping at Turkey Run with our Camp Family. I hope to have some great pictures and classic stories to tell next week. I think there are 13 kids accompanying us on this adventure. We haven't camped there before, which brings about two perspectives: We aren't very familiar with Turkey Run, and Turkey Run doesn't know what's about to hit them.
I bought a picture frame earlier this year with the saying, "some call it chaos, we call it family." I think that pretty much sums up the camp family. It is chaotic no doubt, but it is so much fun. And I must say, we do know how to prepare some pretty good food too.
We're broadening our horizons by not only going out of state, but to a new park. It will probably be a little more crowded with campers than we are used to, but we thought it would be fun. The other campers may be in for a shock when we roll in and set up camp.
We hope to swim at the pool, go on a few trails and take a canoe trip down Sugar Creek. Jay is looking forward to the opportunity to do nothing and nap. Oh, yeah, me too...
Let the "makin' memories" begin! (If you don't see a follow-up post, you may not want to ask how it went!)
P.S. You might say a few prayers for safety also...
I bought a picture frame earlier this year with the saying, "some call it chaos, we call it family." I think that pretty much sums up the camp family. It is chaotic no doubt, but it is so much fun. And I must say, we do know how to prepare some pretty good food too.
We're broadening our horizons by not only going out of state, but to a new park. It will probably be a little more crowded with campers than we are used to, but we thought it would be fun. The other campers may be in for a shock when we roll in and set up camp.
We hope to swim at the pool, go on a few trails and take a canoe trip down Sugar Creek. Jay is looking forward to the opportunity to do nothing and nap. Oh, yeah, me too...
Let the "makin' memories" begin! (If you don't see a follow-up post, you may not want to ask how it went!)
P.S. You might say a few prayers for safety also...
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
ThE BiG 9-5
Today, Grandma Great turns the big 95! I am amazed she has made it this far...again. I was shocked last year...and the year before that. This lady has some strong will or determination or stubbornness or something alive and well inside of her. I hope I have a fraction of whatever that secret is...maybe it's just to pester the rest of us!
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| Christmas Day 2012 She looks so pretty here. |
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| Christmas 2012 Great Grandkids minus Hunter who was hiding. |
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| Great Grandkids 2010 (Natalie wasn't here yet) |
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| Easter 2011 |
Monday, June 17, 2013
Robbers
My grandma's 95th birthday is tomorrow so I was thinking about her this morning and this came to mind. She has those stories that she loves to tell about us grandkids over and over and over. This is one about me that I happen to recall...although it may be more vivid in my mind because she reminds me of it so often.
As a child (and sometimes an adult) I was afraid of robbers. Funny thing too because I really wanted to be a police officer...maybe it was because I thought that might help my fears??
My grandparent's home is at the end of a dead-end road. There are good things about that and not-so-good things. People were always coming down that road only to realize it was a dead-end and then turning around. I can't recall a particular instance when it was a real problem or when something scary happened, but it made me nervous.
The west bedroom is where the grandkids slept and it was closest to the lane. All night long, I could see the glare of the pole light in the window and it kept me awake. My grandpa was obsessed with clocks of all sorts. The clock radio on the bedstand had the loudest tick-tock. My mind would get fixated on that. The chime of the grandfather clock was rather eery for me as a child. I wasn't used to hearing tit and it spooked me a little (even as an adult it drove me crazy at night). These things caused my mind to race...and stir up fear.
This one particular night I was staying at my grandma and grandpa's house, I got scared. I was just sure there were robbers outside and I could not shake it. Finally, I couldn't help myself and I grabbed my pillow and a blanket and I crept into grandma's room. I made myself a pallet at the end of their bed and got comfy. I was pretty sure I had been quiet and they would never know. I would slip back into my bed before they woke up.
Next thing I know I hear Grandma say "Sarah Beth, is that you?" "Yes." "What are you doing down there?" "I'm afraid of the robbers..." She just laughed and went back to sleep. And I have never lived that one down.
My son, now nine, has trouble getting to sleep every now and then and ends up in a pallet on our bedroom floor near the bed. It drives Jay and I nuts, but really, what can I say?
As a child (and sometimes an adult) I was afraid of robbers. Funny thing too because I really wanted to be a police officer...maybe it was because I thought that might help my fears??
My grandparent's home is at the end of a dead-end road. There are good things about that and not-so-good things. People were always coming down that road only to realize it was a dead-end and then turning around. I can't recall a particular instance when it was a real problem or when something scary happened, but it made me nervous.
The west bedroom is where the grandkids slept and it was closest to the lane. All night long, I could see the glare of the pole light in the window and it kept me awake. My grandpa was obsessed with clocks of all sorts. The clock radio on the bedstand had the loudest tick-tock. My mind would get fixated on that. The chime of the grandfather clock was rather eery for me as a child. I wasn't used to hearing tit and it spooked me a little (even as an adult it drove me crazy at night). These things caused my mind to race...and stir up fear.
This one particular night I was staying at my grandma and grandpa's house, I got scared. I was just sure there were robbers outside and I could not shake it. Finally, I couldn't help myself and I grabbed my pillow and a blanket and I crept into grandma's room. I made myself a pallet at the end of their bed and got comfy. I was pretty sure I had been quiet and they would never know. I would slip back into my bed before they woke up.
Next thing I know I hear Grandma say "Sarah Beth, is that you?" "Yes." "What are you doing down there?" "I'm afraid of the robbers..." She just laughed and went back to sleep. And I have never lived that one down.
My son, now nine, has trouble getting to sleep every now and then and ends up in a pallet on our bedroom floor near the bed. It drives Jay and I nuts, but really, what can I say?
Friday, June 14, 2013
Heritage Days
In conjunction with the annual celebration along the National Road, Martinsville on the Move is bringing us "Heritage Days" in Martinsville this Father's Day weekend. I have copied a link to their website showing more details and a schedule of events.
If you're around and looking for something to do, stop by our great city and enjoy the festivities. I'm sure you will be able to find a few garage sales here and there too.
http://www.martinsvilleonthemove.com/heritage.html
The Martinsville Saddle Club will also having their first horse show of the season beginning at noon on Saturday at the fairgrounds horse arena. It was scheduled for early June, but the rain interfere, so we're giving it another shot.
Happy Father's Day!
If you're around and looking for something to do, stop by our great city and enjoy the festivities. I'm sure you will be able to find a few garage sales here and there too.
http://www.martinsvilleonthemove.com/heritage.html
The Martinsville Saddle Club will also having their first horse show of the season beginning at noon on Saturday at the fairgrounds horse arena. It was scheduled for early June, but the rain interfere, so we're giving it another shot.
Happy Father's Day!
Thursday, June 13, 2013
L a Z y
Forgive me.
I am not on vacation.
I am not sick or stressed.
I am not super busy at work.
I am just being lazy.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
No fun
So I commended enjoyment, because a man has nothing better under the sun than to eat, drink, and be merry; for this will remain with him in his labor all the days of his life which God gives him under the sun. Ecclesiastes 8:15 (NKJV)
Sometimes growing old is no fun. I think we all realize that. But last week I heard something along these lines from my just-shy-of-ninety-five-year-old grandmother and it made me reflect think a bit.
I haven't written about Grandma Great's latest troubles, but she has been dealing with a pretty serious infection in and around her knee for several months. The basic idea is that the infection will most likely never leave her body. Kind of a depressing thought, huh? As of a few months ago, thankfully, the infection was not in her bones. That is a blessing.
The infection became septic, then proceeded to staph and has now graduated to what is known as MRSA. Ahh. Poor gal. She will most likely have to see a doctor at the wound center for the rest of her life, at a minimum of every other week.
There have been a few snafu's in this infection process that cause confusion every now and then. Sometimes it's as if the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing. That's neither here nor there. The point of mentioning that is that Grandma is riding a roller coaster of sorts. She thinks there's good news, and then finds out it isn't. It's up and down, up and down.
Last week, she was 'quarantined' so-to-speak because of the new MRSA finding and the fact that her wound had starting oozing more than before. She could not leave her room to eat, get her hair done or have her nails painted. To a very social person, a person who has lived her life one weekly hair appointment at a time for decades, this news devastated her. And to anyone in her direct presence, she made her feelings known...repeatedly.
Normally she does not look forward to her wound doctor appointments, but she was ready for last Friday's because she was hoping the doctor would say she didn't have to stay in her room. I stopped in on Friday after she had returned from her appointment. I had already spoken to my dad about how the appointment went so I pretty much knew the visit would not be a lively one. As soon as I walked in, she looked at me with those sad little eyes, hung her head and said, "Sarah, I will never have fun again."
Part of me wanted to laugh because in reality she sounded like a kid (or me sometimes) feeling all sorry for themselves and boo-hooing over spilled milk...on the other hand, I was so sad for her because, in her view, she was being stripped of just a few of the freedoms she has left in her life.
What I loved, however, was that although she is just a few weeks shy of turning 95 years old, she still viewed certain aspects of her life as FUN. It was wonderful insight for me. Will I still consider whether or not things are fun when I'm 70 years old, let alone 95?!
I'm not making light of her situation or her feelings. I really do hate it for her. I know how she loves socialization (somehow I can relate, ha) and I know that her hairdo is very important (hmm, I get that) and I realize that her cracked nail polish is embarrassing. But one thing she never loses sight of, and she will often remind me, is that there are people worse off than her. This is true for all of us.
The good news is that beginning yesterday at noon, she is once again allowed to eat in the dining room! That made her day. She has been freed from her 'prison' - at least for the time being. I'm not sure whether she wore the staff down or if the wound dried up a little, but she's free and having fun again :)
One of Grandma's favorite phrases has always been "eat, drink and be merry." Until a few moments ago when I did a search for bible verses related to joy and life, I didn't realize that phrase was in the bible. How cool is that...one of her favorite phrases relates to enjoying life a/k/a having fun (depending on what translation you read).
We can learn so much from our elders, from those that may be up there in years, but young at heart. Go on, eat, drink and be merry. Look for the fun stuff. Enjoy life. God (and Grandma Great) said so.
Sometimes growing old is no fun. I think we all realize that. But last week I heard something along these lines from my just-shy-of-ninety-five-year-old grandmother and it made me reflect think a bit.
I haven't written about Grandma Great's latest troubles, but she has been dealing with a pretty serious infection in and around her knee for several months. The basic idea is that the infection will most likely never leave her body. Kind of a depressing thought, huh? As of a few months ago, thankfully, the infection was not in her bones. That is a blessing.
The infection became septic, then proceeded to staph and has now graduated to what is known as MRSA. Ahh. Poor gal. She will most likely have to see a doctor at the wound center for the rest of her life, at a minimum of every other week.
There have been a few snafu's in this infection process that cause confusion every now and then. Sometimes it's as if the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing. That's neither here nor there. The point of mentioning that is that Grandma is riding a roller coaster of sorts. She thinks there's good news, and then finds out it isn't. It's up and down, up and down.
Last week, she was 'quarantined' so-to-speak because of the new MRSA finding and the fact that her wound had starting oozing more than before. She could not leave her room to eat, get her hair done or have her nails painted. To a very social person, a person who has lived her life one weekly hair appointment at a time for decades, this news devastated her. And to anyone in her direct presence, she made her feelings known...repeatedly.
Normally she does not look forward to her wound doctor appointments, but she was ready for last Friday's because she was hoping the doctor would say she didn't have to stay in her room. I stopped in on Friday after she had returned from her appointment. I had already spoken to my dad about how the appointment went so I pretty much knew the visit would not be a lively one. As soon as I walked in, she looked at me with those sad little eyes, hung her head and said, "Sarah, I will never have fun again."
Part of me wanted to laugh because in reality she sounded like a kid (or me sometimes) feeling all sorry for themselves and boo-hooing over spilled milk...on the other hand, I was so sad for her because, in her view, she was being stripped of just a few of the freedoms she has left in her life.
What I loved, however, was that although she is just a few weeks shy of turning 95 years old, she still viewed certain aspects of her life as FUN. It was wonderful insight for me. Will I still consider whether or not things are fun when I'm 70 years old, let alone 95?!
I'm not making light of her situation or her feelings. I really do hate it for her. I know how she loves socialization (somehow I can relate, ha) and I know that her hairdo is very important (hmm, I get that) and I realize that her cracked nail polish is embarrassing. But one thing she never loses sight of, and she will often remind me, is that there are people worse off than her. This is true for all of us.
The good news is that beginning yesterday at noon, she is once again allowed to eat in the dining room! That made her day. She has been freed from her 'prison' - at least for the time being. I'm not sure whether she wore the staff down or if the wound dried up a little, but she's free and having fun again :)
One of Grandma's favorite phrases has always been "eat, drink and be merry." Until a few moments ago when I did a search for bible verses related to joy and life, I didn't realize that phrase was in the bible. How cool is that...one of her favorite phrases relates to enjoying life a/k/a having fun (depending on what translation you read).
We can learn so much from our elders, from those that may be up there in years, but young at heart. Go on, eat, drink and be merry. Look for the fun stuff. Enjoy life. God (and Grandma Great) said so.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Giant City Adventures Part II
After finishing up our Giant City Park trails, we decided to head out and see the Bald Knob Cross of Peace at Alto Pass, Illinois. It is literally out in the middle of nowhere. I must tell you when you're traveling in these parts, there is no straight shot anywhere. There are winding, curvy, hilly roads running all directions. It's silly. But eventually, if you're patient and persistent, you get where you're going. Thankfully, there was a visitor center at the cross...with bathrooms!
This cross sits on the top of a very large hill, and the view from it is spectacular. You could even see (way off in the distance) the bridge crossing the river into Cape Girardeau, MO, which was where we were headed next. It's just a matter of getting from point A to point B. Why were we wanting to cross into Missouri? To go to Lambert's in Sikeston, of course! We can't seem to make the trip without going just a little further for that delicious food. Plus, after burning all these calories on the trials, you have to maintain your energy levels.
After just under an hour's wait and filling our bellies to the top, we headed north. When we're down in this area, the other stop we must make is at the cemetery of my grandpa and grandma Lynch in Ullin, Illinois. We checked out the stones and made sure they were ship-shape. And they were.
Back onto the interstate. I was driving at this point and my belly was so full, I felt like I needed to move. So after a couple wrong turns, (Jay was trying to sleep), we made it over to our favorite place ever, the Garden of Gods.
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| Mad is the pink dot. |
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| Jay is the blue dot! |
Again, my family cannot resist freaking me out and I was a nervous nelly. It's terrible. Jay kept saying, "You are the one that wanted to come here!" (Yes, I know that, but I cannot handle them hopping rocks and crevices. It makes my tummy turn!!)
These people that are my family, they're fearless. I'm glad for them. I try to be a good sport, but it tears me up watching them hop, skip and jump all over the place. I kept reminding them there will be no survivors should they fall.
As you can see, I kept my feet firmly planted on the ground.
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