Caroline and Liam had been bugging us to go for a hike. For nearly two weeks straight, every place I took them, they asked if there was a hiking trail nearby. So on Columbus Day, Jeff found us a little trail that led us to a beach. When we came to a fork in the road, we naturally took the path that would end up being longer, but also less traveled. I’m sure Robert Frost would have been proud.
Caroline ran for the first half of the hike, pausing only when something caught her eye and was deemed “beautiful” or when we shouted for her to wait up. Liam held his own, catching her heels every so often. He was more like a park ranger than a trail runner or casual hiker, musing aloud if the “jungle had any bears and telling us to be careful when crossing small bridges.
We made it to the beach in good spirits, with two hungry little birds that gobbled their packed lunches and then whined when their parents wouldn’t let them take their shoes off. A walk on the beach to collect shells of similar likeness but various sizes was followed with requests for shoulder rides on our hike back to the car. It was just a great family outing and we are all looking forward to doing it again.
In every walk with nature one receives more than he seeks. -John Muir