Monday, April 12, 2010

Outdoor Adventures


A while ago I bought Squeaker that trailer so we could go on bike rides together. Until this weekend we've used it once. She didn't appreciate our one ride on hot day down our bumpy dirt road. So the trailer has lain fallow in our garage through two falls and a spring (I don't count summer, because I don't want to bake her). This weekend we've had two great (if short) rides. She had a blast looking at the trees as we rode around our first capitol.

Seriously she was looking at the trees and was not bored. She was looking for good climbing trees (smooth bark, well spaced limbs). This tidewater forrest had an ample supply for her to examine. I was happy with to have the trees because their absence meant that I was fighting with 20 knot winds.

Yesterday, we got in two trips, a short bike ride and kayaking on a local lake. The ride was on our town's one off road, paved bike path, with a round trip of four miles. We started and finished from that playground, so this time she was mainly concerned with when we could turn around and go back to the playground.

Kayaking with Squeaker was fun too. We saw turtles and a few fish. She listened to me about where to sit and not to stand up. She really wanted to paddle (something like an African Swallow carrying a coconut across the English Channel). We compromised by paddling together for a while.

We finished our day with a little soft serve ice cream. I decided that we would share a cone. That went pretty well at first. She took a bite, and by virtue of my size and having provided the day's locomotion, I would take a larger bite. As we got down to the cone, Squeaker started taking two or three bites. As we moved down the cone, in her sugar haze she stopped handing the cone back to me. Picture if you will my sweet little girl holding the cone with both hands and pulling back with all her might. It was all I could do to pull the cone close enough to me so I could take a bite. It is kind of hard to fight over an ice cream cone without spilling it or breaking it, but we did it.

When we got home, she didn't ask to play before bed and is still sleeping too boot....