The Butcher came home last week and announced we were going on a hike Saturday. The trip to the trail head was to be about an hour and he heard the hike was awesome, ending at a beautiful waterfall. He even invited a friend and his kids to come along.
It was going to be great - a wonderful reconnect-with-nature day.
But we woke up to this.
Rain. Not just your typical Northwest Drizzle, but actual pouring rain.
The Butcher would not be dissuaded as he packed a backpack with snacks, grabbed a handful of ND baseball caps (I swear, at one point we all had on ND baseball caps), and made sure the kids had "rain gear."
And off we went.
About an hour down the road and after much "Let me check the GPS," we turned around. And a little after that, we turned around again. And the kids complained of all the "turning around." The "hour down the road" turned into two, and I reminded him of another "three hour tour." Pretty sure he didn't appreciate that.
During the drive, the rain stopped and we finally made it to the trail head. We piled out of the cars, checked to make sure we had coats, hats and snacks and headed into the woods.
Yes, it really says 2.2 miles. We took a four year old on a 2.2 mile hike into the woods... and back to the car. And truly, she did great.