After I hit publish on that last post, I realized…. those weren’t very flattering pictures of Roger. Here’s a better one. (Photo credit goes to Avery.)
When we start making anniversary plans each year, we tend to think of it as a celebration of the day we started our family. We don’t really need a reason to add extra romance to our lives, but we usually jump at any opportunity to have some memorable family time. Shortly before our anniversary a friend gave us a gift and told us to use it for a family outing.
Not a problem. That’s one of our favorite ways to spend money.
And to make it even better… our anniversary was on a Saturday, the weather was supposed to be beautiful, and there were no work groups at camp. (Actually there was no one at camp at all – everyone else went home for Easter. So we were completely on our own.)
And so we bought shrimp…
…glass-bottled drinks and other things that make for an out-of-the-ordinary picnic for our family and drove out to Natural Bridge for the day.
Those are shrimp and veggie kabobs on the other side of the chicken. (Or in Wesley’s case: shrimp and bacon kabobs.) So. Good.
It amuses me to see Judah carrying this book around – it looks just like our dictionary. But I think Brandon Sanderson is a little more absorbing than old Webster.
Out of all the times our family has been to Natural Bridge, no one but Roger has ever ridden the chair lift. (This is my fault. I have a deep fear of taking infants and toddlers on chair lifts. Have you ever looked down and seen the water bottles and flip-flops that people drop off of those things? I have an overactive imagination when it comes to my babies and potentially dangerous situations. So…. I always took the hike up with them instead.) This seemed like the perfect day to try something new – especially since we weren’t planning to do our “real” hiking there at Natural Bridge. It seemed perfect. Ride the chair lift up to the bridge, walk across it, ride back down and then go find our hiking trail.
When we parked our van, I pulled $40 out of my wallet, locked the rest of my cash in the van and jokingly said, “You think this will be enough?” I knew there was a fee for riding the chair lift, but I figured it would be $2-3 a person.
Wrong. After we walked to the ticket window we found out it was going to cost $50-60 for our family to ride both ways. Wow. I decided I would rather hike back down the mountain than walk back across the parking lot to get more money, so we spent $42 on a one way trip. I realized halfway up the mountain this was a better plan anyway. Going up a chair lift is one thing. Coming back down is a whole different challenge to a fear of heights.
We walked across the bridge…
(Disclaimer: The previous photo was completely staged. No child was harmed or in danger of actual falling. Or so they say. I wasn’t actually there.)
Proof that I’m not a complete loser. They found me an alternate route to the cave entrance. It still felt like a scene from the Hunger Games, but there were tree roots to hold onto instead of bare rock.
ps – I climbed up the tree branch, took one look into the cave and decided that was enough for me. I know some people feel like they haven’t completed a trail unless they’ve followed it all the way to its bitter end. But those people are not me.
Random strong man randomly commanding a cute little girl to let herself be picked up for absolutely no reason.
After I took a couple pictures, she told him to set her back down. I said, “Avery, your strong brother offered you a free ride. And you turned that down?!”
“I have my reasons,” she said.