Friends departed, lunch was eaten, shirts were ironed...blah blah blah.
We headed to the park to take family pictures. It is one of our favorite parks, I have blogged about it before, the very long, steep hill to get to the waterfall. We have even taken pictures there before, but here is where the Deja Vu comes in..... We walked down the really steep hill, took some pictures and then decided to take the horrifically brutal scary stairs back up to the top, because EB thinks it will be shorter. EB goes behind me so I don't totally freak out. It takes about 15 minutes but I make it to the top, breathing really hard. We walk about a 1/2 mile take some more pictures then head back to the car. Only we can't find our way to the parking lot. We run into another couple who informs us that we really can't get back to our car from where we are. We have to go back down the stairs and back up the hill. It is getting dark. It is 6:30 pm and we have been there since 3:00. We are tired, hungry and feeling a little bit distressed. We get back to the waterfall and head to the big hill. There are 4 deer on the hill and the boys are worried they are going to charge us. They are crying and I am thinking I am ready to start too. I am
BTW. It was late, we were tired, we hit the drive through, again. I treated myself to a Big Mac. It has been at least 10 years, since I have had one of those, maybe longer. It was wonderful.
And 4 more sets of these stairs and you will know what I survived. There were at least 100 steps.
1 comment:
That's a terrible way to experience deja vu! Usually mine is in more mundane moments--standing around waiting for karate class to begin. Not in the middle of the wilderness with crying children! You totally earned that Big Mac.
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