Aunt Piggy and Uncle Guitar man were in town, visiting from Oregon. We took our annual hike. This year we went to Castlewood park. I'm not sure we could have found a better place to have an adventure, and I'm sure we will return many times in the future. Where else can you skip rocks, walk in the woods, collect big sticks, eat lunch, play on the playground, and see lots of trains and beautiful scenery up close and personal?
I don't have any pictures of the boys train watching, so you'll have to wait until I score some from Uncle Guitar man. I will tell you that Bubba has decided he likes Union Pacific trains rather than Santa Fe trains since Friday!
I think Aunt Piggy was the only one who actually got hit when Moosie found a "good rock." While Bubba tried to actually skip the rocks he picked up, Moosie captured only 3 basic steps:
1) Locate a "good rock"
2) Pick up the "good rock"
3) Hurl the said "good rock"
He tended to forget to look before throwing. He seemed to enjoy watching the rock fly and watching the rock land (wherever and possibly on whomever that may be).
Bubba only exerted his independence a few times, taking off down unknown paths to discover things before we could assess their safety. We took turns sprinting down through the woods as needed.
No one got hit with a stick that I recall, which was an amazing feat of itself. I'm not sure if that was due to divine or human intervention, but as you can see, the boys were carrying some big sticks! Both boys got pretty close to falling in [or jumping in Bubba's case] the water, but only hands entered the cold water this time!