Another Exciting Adventure. Or, It Could Be Worse.
Sunday morning began so peacefully. We slept in. I ran down to the local grocery store and got the paper, then ran home. The kids read books. So peaceful. (We went to church Saturday night, just in case you were wondering!) The first hint at calamity came before we left on our hike. The Boy was suppose to take the dog(s) for a run. He thought it was a brilliant idea to get on his bike and run them while he rode. Until the big dog saw a squirrel and decided to lunge. The Boy followed, but the bike did not. There was blood. And abrasions and open wounds. But we patched him up and moved onward. We drove quite a ways up into the coast range to a place called Valley of the Giants. Except we couldn't find it. There were so many 'roads' and the map and book we had was about 9 years old. We were finally frustrated enough that we stopped at 2 pm to just eat lunch. We enjoyed the scenery and the river. Throwing rocks was one event. And then another car c...