raw adventure

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We recently spent $3 on three bags of corn at a fly fishing shop next to Boiling Springs Lake.  Of course I fought Bobby on it, trying to convince him that the kids could still have fun in the freezing cold by walking around the lake and not feeding the ducks.  (I'm not always a party pooper.)  He claimed that feeding the ducks was the only way to enjoy the lake, or so his ducking-feeding childhood had convinced him of it.

Bobby's memories of the lake won out, thank goodness.  It would have been a rather freezing duck-watching day without the corn.  He's always right, doggone it.

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Someday I'd like to think that we'll load up the kids, and food, and first aid kit, and good walking shoes and sticks, and hike part of the Appalachian trail that is so close to our home.  Bobby and I have both hiked part of it, independent of each other and most definitely without children.  It is something I'm hoping to aspire to, as I gain more confidence in what we can do with a gaggle of girls in tow.

This spring  we'll test it out.   Of course a mild portion of the trail.  That will be something to look forward to and some thing of a milestone in terms of "family adventures in nature."  I have many dreams of "family adventures in nature."  I've always watched longingly when I see families of three biking through the neighborhood as I turn my head to see my beginner and less than beginner bikers. (Not to mention needing one of those toddler-carrying bike trailer thingies.  A double seater, at that.)

Until then I'll embrace the freezing cold and bitter wind by the lake with crazed ducks, geese, and swans.  The entertainment is free (relatively-- $3 a bag) and the adventure level is perfect.

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the sleepy time gal