This last Saturday we were back at Bradbury Mountain State Park (BMSP), this time all five of us. If anyone (hello? anyone?) has been reading my blog for any length of time, they’d know I have a hard time both a.) taking vacation and b.) dealing with indecision. A few days in advance I made it known that I wanted to take a hike on Saturday and left a book and a few maps out for others to peruse. Since it is almost impossible for us to get out of the house before 10:00 a.m. on a weekend morning I suggested BMSP as a destination we might all enjoy.
Instead of almost 21, 19, and 16 1/2, you’d think our girls were ten years younger (and in some ways, I wish they were). “Are we there yet?” “This is a long ride.” “Are you sure you know the way?” Seriously, and it’s only forty-five minutes from where we live. But once we got there, sunscreen and bug lotion liberally applied, we were on our way up the Northern Loop and Boundary trails to the modest summit. An hour up, half an hour there, and an hour down (at a fairly leisurely pace), I’m glad we went. How many more times will the five of us get to do things like this? At some point, I know, all five of us won’t be together or, if we are, there will be others with us (and I look forward to that, too, in a different way), and it won’t be the same.
But for this Saturday, it was just us.