We walked down our hill on Saturday morning to play alongside the creek that flows by the road.
Just the kids and I. Mikey is as present as he can be at home but there is SO MUCH TO DO on the farm right now! SO MUCH! He absolutely has to be out there, rain or shine and getting the big things done.
So just the kids and I. We walk down, down, down, down, down following the switchbacks that curl themselves tightly around the strand of spring water that flows down the mountain side in small bursts of water fall, ending in the creek at the foot. The creek picks up our spring water and carries it on to the Mattole River.
Here’s the photo essay:
one of the many tiny waterfalls that flow down our hill from our spring
…but then she changed her mind because she saw THE BRIDGE.
I don’t know how it is with your daughter, but with mine, she’s drawn to bridges – oh, anything dangerous for that matter! – like the proverbial moth to the flame. I’m gonna give her this though: she’s smart. She’s very balanced. I don’t see her taking insane risks and that’s why I trust her to cross the bridge the way she wants to.
I feel like it invariably happens whenever there is a body of water, however small or large, the kids MUST THROW SOMETHING IN IT.
And MIKEY! Came down the hill! – he had called us on the walkie talkie and a strange guy answered, which really freaked Mikey out. So he ran on down to make sure we were okay.
We were, and just really happy to see him.
PS. Mac-Q was asleep on my back for a good chunk of the time… sorry, more photos of him next time