The Saturday before Thanksgiving we attempted a hike as a family. Lauren complained loudly that she didn't like hiking, then she tripped and fell. Twice. When we decided the hike was a bust and turned around to hike back to the trailhead, it was Wesley's turn to throw a fit over not making it to the top of the mountain.
We decided just Wesley and I would go hiking together the Friday after Thanksgiving. We decided on a one-way hike, with Gil and Lauren dropping us off and picking us up at each end. The night before, stuffed full from a wonderful Thanksgiving feast, Wesley said, "Mom, don't forget to wake me up at five o'clock tomorrow!" (That did not happen. We all slept in and needed it.)
We couldn't have asked for better weather to be out on South Mountain. Wesley is getting to be a good hiker and I enjoy his six-year-old stories. We made it to the top of the saddle, then headed up a bit higher to a little shelter. Gil and Lauren joined us there. There was a small group riding horses and Wesley was in awe watching the "cowboys" saddle up and head up the trail.
