Our grand adventure...also known as the Houghs and their lack of good sense
Today was the Sunday of the long Memorial Day weekend. We had plans to do...well, nothing! By nothing, I of course mean a million kid-related things, like breakfast and lunch for 11, mass and a little adventure that was nothing short of the usual Hough-craziness.
We should know better, we really should. But I am starting to think that 14 years of marriage and parenting have numbed our good senses. All three of the older kids had to work, so they couldn't join us, but Brian and the younger 6 and I loaded into the 12 passenger beast and were off! There was of course a lot of arguing and whining because heaven forbid that the kids all agree on something fun to do. In true Hough fashion, the trip started off with a bang. We were just chugging along, minding our own business when Brian started to yell and pulled off of the road. As we were driving a giant bee flew in the window smacked Brian on the neck and landed in his lap. This man of mine can attract a bee from miles away. Seriously! I cannot even tell you how many times this has happened to him. Thankfully it didn't sting him, so once the bee was removed, we were again on the road. We headed to Crooked Creek...
Sunscreen and Bug Spray for all!
We decided to take on the fitness trail...we were off like a herd of turtles!
The crew stretching out. This is serious business y'all!
Karate kid doesn't have anything on these kids!
This was a very failed attempt at a group shot. I cannot even tell you how painful this was. The wailing and gnashing of teeth that went on to get this was ridiculous. About .2 seconds after I snapped this picture they all came tumbling down.
Ahhhhh, much better. There was still a lot of complaining and Noah was still not cooperating, but it worked. :)
After we finished up the fitness trail, we decided to go on a little hike. We parked along the road and took a trail that was supposed to go to a fishing spot. We (wrongly) assumed that it would be a short little trail....Umm no... 17 miles later we finally managed to get back to the van. Ok, it was probably only 10 miles, or maybe closer to 2 miles, whatever. Anywhoooo, we took the trail, edged by who knows how many different kinds of poisonous and itch causing plants, down, down, down a steep hill. We came a cross a little bridge that Isaac, bravely, ventured across. After we witnessed his safe crossing, the rest of us followed suit. BTW, We truly thought that it was safe or we never would have sent a kid across first, just in case you were wondering.
After the safe passage across the bridge, we were on another narrow twisty path and came across a "bear cave" and then a "fox den." Noah was not convinced that there weren't angry critters watching us, so he refrained to climb up the cliff for this picture. It took about five minutes to convince him, along with the other kids, that he was not in fact "chicken" but rather "cautious."
After 5 hours of walking uphill the entire way, through 18 feet of sleet and snow, we finally got back to the van. Instead of hiking to the water, we just drove there. Much easier. Again, let me point out that our good sense is gone. There were a ton of people there swimming. We did not have our suits, but we told the kids that they could take off their socks and shoes and get their feet wet. (Numbed good sense, it is a reoccurring theme today...)
We had a very hard time convincing Jonathan to wade in the water. Finally Brian just carried him a little ways out and plopped him down.
He wasn't impressed and ran back out of the water to his mud puddle. He was very content in his puddle.
We had enough of Crooked Creek and headed back to the van. The next phase of our grand adventure was a stop for some yummies at Speedy's for ice cream!
Peezy was loving his cone "wiff brinkles." I mean seriously, what more could you ask for?
Gia and her shake.
We finished our adventure at a playground just to make sure that the kids were as filthy and tired as possible.
Aiden on the slide
Yes Folks, That is Spiderman.
A future tennis star? Maybe if she can stay outside for longer than ten minutes without whining that she is hot...
And of course, a playground favorite, the merry go round, also known as: spin your kids until they are ready to puke and then set them on the ground and watch them try to walk a straight line. (Come on...you know that you do it too. )
By this point, we were whopped. The kids were exhausted and hot and thirsty. Brian and I were exhausted and hot and thirsty. It was time to head home. Back to the trusty 12 passenger beast we went. It was fun and it was an adventure, especially the 38 mile hike through the wilderness.
Happy, dirty, tired kids = mission accomplished.