rule #1: you're not a bike
11 am sharp. phone rings. my 12 year old cousin asks us if we want strawberry, raspberry, or nutella on our sandwiches. ten minutes later, he calls again. "they don't have raspberry." 5 minutes later, another call. he's ready and his hair looks JUST LIKE AARONS. i'm dying. we are going to hike to elephant rock.
my two cousins have the best memory and remember when i took them to this hike three years ago and have been begging to go again. aaron and i took them for memorial day and they even remembered A HOLE in the ground we found the last time we went. kids remember the weirdest stuff. why the hole mattered? not sure. was it was cool? whatever floats their boat.
so the genius inside of me thought it would be awesome to wear 1) converse on this 7 mile hike and 2) no socks with the converse. WORST. IDEA. EVER. i don't really recommend it unless your husband carries you on his back. (i love you aaron!) but seriously.
on this trail, there are a ton of bikers. you have to make way for these guys, they own the place. along the trail there are banks of dirt that the bikers have created going up and down the trail. alex, the 12 year old, exclaims he is a bike...runs up and down the bank, falls, and cut his leg open. *face palm*. he then tells the group that there was a lesson learned and he is not a bike. Haha this kid. by the end, laughs were shared, sandwiches were eaten and scars were made. successful hiking trip with the fam bam.