Asa on top of the world,
kind of
kind of
Saturday night, we were hanging out with our neighbors Spring and Molly. Everyone was having a wonderful time.
Yes, people were enjoying themselves even though I was there. It happens.
Around 10 o'clock in the evening, the neighbor two doors down, Robin, came over and said hello.
Immediately - since rafting guide extraordinaire Wags was with us - we assumed we were being too loud. Because even though Wags lives half a mile away, you can hear him whisper to himself.
Great guy, loud voice. And you know if I'm saying that, it's true. Because I've been shushed a few times over the years. In fact, I believe someone somewhere is shushing me right now.
But since Robin is totally cool, she didn't care. She had another agenda.
"Hey," she said. "We're going for a family hike in the morning. Who's in?"
Naturally, we were. So around 9:30, we drove a half hour out to beautiful Montreat, NC.
Actually, before we left, we had a small incident. Asa's two-year-old brother Eli left our house and started sprinting downhill to his car.
Man, was he cookin'!
Unfortunately, as everyone there could tell, the wheels were coming off. I believe Eli reached his top speed ever, just before he went down on the sidewalk - knee first - and came to a screeching halt.
He cried almost the entire ride to Montreat. But since we're becoming pretty good friends with Asa, Eli, and their parents, it wasn't a big deal.
Did the magical oil potion Barb put on his knee make things worse? Maybe, but my theory is that any body moving at such an amazing velocity that immediately comes to a halt is going to bang its head on something. Even in a vacuum. You simply can't go from the speed of light to a complete stop without throwing your noggin out of whack.
Regardless, the hike was awesome and we had a great time. And Lula made it all the way to the final rock scramble before I had to carry her.
Meanwhile, Cricket the Mountain dog had no problems whatsoever.
Some might say the day was a nice Montreat. I wouldn't, but some might.
Naturally, we were. So around 9:30, we drove a half hour out to beautiful Montreat, NC.
Actually, before we left, we had a small incident. Asa's two-year-old brother Eli left our house and started sprinting downhill to his car.
Man, was he cookin'!
Eli midway through a song that basically has one line:
"You make me happy, when skies are grey."
Unfortunately, as everyone there could tell, the wheels were coming off. I believe Eli reached his top speed ever, just before he went down on the sidewalk - knee first - and came to a screeching halt.
He cried almost the entire ride to Montreat. But since we're becoming pretty good friends with Asa, Eli, and their parents, it wasn't a big deal.
Did the magical oil potion Barb put on his knee make things worse? Maybe, but my theory is that any body moving at such an amazing velocity that immediately comes to a halt is going to bang its head on something. Even in a vacuum. You simply can't go from the speed of light to a complete stop without throwing your noggin out of whack.
Regardless, the hike was awesome and we had a great time. And Lula made it all the way to the final rock scramble before I had to carry her.
Meanwhile, Cricket the Mountain dog had no problems whatsoever.
Some might say the day was a nice Montreat. I wouldn't, but some might.
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