In what can only be described as a moment of temporary insanity I suggested to Ang that we take the kids hiking in the Blue Ridge Mountains tomorrow.Due to my awesome boss and his new "everybody gets a Saturday off each month and I'll sell for you when it's your day" I've got a three day weekend staring me in the face.
So tomorrow we're packing a cooler filled with hot dogs and juice boxes and heading roughly 2 hours north where we'll spend the day hiking the Appalachian Trail.
Nearly 40 years ago I was born in the foothills of these beautiful mountains and remember my Pop taking us hiking when I was about the same age as Rakes. So maybe it's nostalgia, or senility, but tomorrow I'm taking my 3 babies walking on the same trails my Dad took me on a long time ago.
Trot combined with Mother Nature and no safety net.
What could possibly go wrong?
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50 to 1 by noon (which has passed) Ciera will be pooped, Rakes will be leading the pack out of the lost and Trot...well Trot will have scared all the animals away for the Dalton's to enjoy a nice quiet hike
;)
Did you just use Trot, Nice and QUIET? all in the same sentence?
Tex, you were surprisingly close to what happened. Only Rich is right; the quiet part never happened.
Fine, the last part was imaginary
You outta know by now; quiet isn't done around here.
I can't wait to meet the little gremlin. We have so much to discuss.
That will haunt my sleep, Rich.
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