The kids were begging us to "do something or let's go somewhere" this weekend. We had zero plans and that was killing them. They had friends going to the beach, friends going to Virginia, friends going to the Bahamas and we, well, we were going no where.
Not wanting to just sit around on Saturday and listen to the incessant whining about how we don't ever do anything fun, we decided to get into the car and headed to the mountains.
We ended up in Blowing Rock, which is a quaint little mountain town, but I do believe everyone within a 100 mile radius was packed tightly into the boutiques and antique stores and the ice cream shops. The kids hope of ice cream where dashed when they saw the line was literally hanging out the door. It didn't matter anyway because there wasn't a parking spot in sight and Dan kept saying, "I wish I had driven through downtown. I wish I had driven through downtown."
Instead, we spent some time at The Blowing Rock. Here's the legend for anyone interested. And just in case you are curious, we did not toss anyone over to see if they came blowing back. Although Peter spent a lot of time begging to spit over the rails or toss a tiny pebble over. And just in case you are curious, we did not let him do either.
Here are a couple of pictures of us:
Sunday was Mass, lunch at my parent's house, and relaxing. No pictures other than, What I Wore.
The kids were begging us to "do something or go somewhere" on Monday as well. They really wanted to go to the lake (a lake, any lake) to fish or tube. And they keep complaining that "mommy made daddy sell his boat". And while that's true, Dan sold his boat because I did not want a boat and tiny babies. And we eventually moved from the lake and it all made sense at the time, but right now, I really wish we had a boat!
Anyway, we decided to drive to the Uwharrie National Forest and hike around there. Unfortunately, we didn't realize it, but the trail we chose to hike on, was a trail used for ATVs. The whole hike, all 2.8 miles of it, was spent moving over while four wheelers and jeeps came zooming past us leaving us literally in a cloud of red dust.
This trail was steep and rocky and we were all miserable. And it was hot yesterday. Very hot. It was a hard hike but we made it and we all kept our complaining to a minimum except for Sarah. She was not at all pleased with the heat or the terrain.
I have no pictures from the Uwharrie because no one really wanted to stand in the woods covered in red dust smiling for a picture. And honestly, I didn't feel like stopping to take one either.
And just like that, it's Tuesday morning (although it feels like Monday) and the kids are back at school, Dan is back at work, and I am about to pay bills and fold laundry. Time for the labor to begin!