Monday, July 5, 2010
My son had to work today. Judy and I were alone. It's the hottest day of the year, and she asks if I'd like to go to a park. I say sure, let's try a new park. So off we head to 6 mile creek.
Begin Wayback machine story. Several years ago when our oldest child was very young we were at a playground watching her play. My Grandmother was with us, and she was in her mid 70's. She went over and grabbed the rings with her hands, and was going to swing on them. She immediate fell to the ground. She was fine, but a little embarrased. End Wayback machine story.
At the end of our hike on 6 mile creek we watched as young people jumped off the cliffs into the water. Being a BAMF member, I thought, I could do that. It would be a lot of fun. Fortunately for me there is no way to get up to the reservoir from the trail that we were on. I just continued hiking with my wife, and we continued to build our relationship as a couple. On the way back to the car, I recalled the story of my grandmother, and the rings. I think sometimes when we get older we forget our age, and think we still have teenage bodies.