On Monday my husband wanted to do something special since it was Memorial Day. And I am always a fan of getting out of the house, so we decided on a quick trip to Pilot Mountain.
You might recognize Pilot Mountain as "Mt. Pilot" from the Andy Griffith show. It's only about a 30 minute drive from our house so we decided that would be our destination.
Before we left, we tried to convince Sarah to wear some sensible shoes. But the girl is all about fashion and decided that her pink faux-croc thong sandals that are embellished with crystals would be more appropriate than say her sneakers.
I was not surprised when after only two minutes on the trail up to the knob her right foot landed in a mud puddle and she began screaming and whining that the dirty sandal must be removed from her foot immediately. She wanted to walk barefooted.
We told her that she should have worn different shoes and that she has to keep the dirty shoes on until we get off the trail.
My husband is a man and he's half deaf so blocking out whining for an hour is no problem for him. However, when one of my kids is whining, I may as well be a dog and the whining may as well be a siren because it drives me mad.
So my husband and my son were totally oblivious and were traipsing happily along the trail while Sarah was whining and I was clawing at my ears as we lagged behind them.
We managed to get there between rain showers and were treated to gorgeous views.
And at one point Peter said, "This is better than buying a new toy!" (I'll have to remind him of this around Christmas.) And yes, Sarah is wearing a skirt because you don't wear pink sandals that are embellished with crystals with a pair of shorts.
And no, Sarah's not admiring the beauty of the overhanging rocks in the photo above, she has her back turned because she doesn't want to be in the picture.
But she did manage a few smiles. But mostly when it involved harassing her brother.
Over all, we enjoyed the hike up to the knob and the 0.8 mile walk around the knob. When it was over Sarah requested Dairy Queen.
Rats! If I hadn't been sick, skipped Shredding for 3 days and been eating like a pig and had Sarah not spent the last hour acting like a drama queen and whining like a 2 year-old, we totally would have totally gone to Dairy Queen.
Looks like another trip to Mt. Pilot may be in order!