Monday morning I woke up from dreams of crisp blue sky, glowing trees of orange and reds and winding trails with vista views. We packed lunches, loaded our packs, promised the boys a day of adventure and hit the road. A mile or so into the drive I started noticing school busses and heavy traffic. Mr. Doozie and I looked at each other, "Isn't today a holiday?" We passed a school, the parking lot was full! I grabbed my phone and called the boys' school. Yep, classes were being held. Whoops!
We laughed at our oversight and drove on, glancing occasionally at the grey sky and offering little prayers that the sun would appear. Our road trip ended at the State Park grounds, just as the temperature gage on the car dropped a few more degrees. Thankfully Mr. Doozie came very prepared and even though the temps dropped and the sky grew darker we had all the gear we needed to still have fun with the boys.
Halfway through our hike the rain began to fall and I prepared myself for the whining that would ensue. Instead, the boys were thrilled, refusing to keep their hats on just so they could feel the raindrops. Thankfully there was a split in the trail and we were able to take a shortcut back to the picnic grounds where we could have lunch tucked away from all the wetness.
It wasn't what I imagined, the trees still boast more green than anything else, and the rain and chilly temps kept us from venturing further, but in the end it turned out to be a day of sweet memories made and a realization that our boys are up for the challenge when it comes to outdoor adventures! Bring on the camping and hiking!
It felt so good to escape from everything. To be together as a little family. I love love loved every second of it.