“Press my nose up to the glass around your heart- I should have known I was weaker from the start- You build your walls, and I will play my bloody part to tear, tear them down- yeah, I’m gonna tear, tear them down…” Mumford and Sons, “Babel”
I asked this kids this morning: Hike or Jeep? Connor and Trinity both said “Jeep”. Tim said “Nothing”. I told him that ‘nothing’ was not an option. I guess he didn’t believe me.
When I picked them up from school and said we were off to get a treat and drive a trail, Tim cried. A lot. I said, “Why do you want to go home? Just to play the iPad? This is better than the iPad. This is REAL. Come be in the real world with me, Tim.”
So we stopped for a snack and headed up Little Park road. We made a brief attempt at Third Flats, but it was a mess so we changed direction and headed for Bangs, Tabegauche. As we approached the TH, the wind really started to blow. A storm was imminent. We opted to do as last time and just make it down to the 4×4 play area. It took longer than usual because Trinity has sharp eyes. She saw a piece of trash and had to clean it up. What a wonderful little girl, right?
I praised her highly for being so responsible, and this turned it into a game. Who could find the trash, and Trinity would go pick it up. By the time we were headed back, the floor of the Jeep was littered with the litter of other people- mostly beer cans/bottles. One more reason I don’t drink and don’t understand why people do.
There was more than just trash making a mess of the trail, too. There were burned logs thrown about, and baby-head boulders on the trail, where they typically aren’t. It looked like someone had thrown a raucous party and forgotten to clean up after themselves.
To be fair, I will acknowledge that I can be a bit of a ‘trail Nazi’ when it comes to protecting and enjoying and preserving our public recreation infrastructure. But really?
The high point of the drive was that Tim did end up having a good time- as he always does. As soon as we hit the dirt and rock he relaxes and feels more at peace. He won’t always show it, but he does. I look forward to the time when he has his own Jeep and we become a convoy on our after-school outings…