What to do on a cloudy, cold Sunday late morning? I thought about going to church, and we almost did. I also thought about cuddling up on the couch with a bunch of kid movies. We almost decided on that as well.
But what I really wanted to do was get outside for a hike. But it had been raining, and I knew it would be muddy and cold.
Still, I needed to get out of the house. So did the kids.
So we bundled up and met my friend Melanie and her son Charlie.
And even though it was cold, and Luke was a slow walker today, and our dog got into a crazy dogfight with another dog, we still had a great time.
All the gorgeous rivets of water did indeed make it muddy: real muddy.
And we didn’t even attempt any strenuous parts of the mountain; instead we opted for a slow walk around the base of the mountain, even though that meant going on the trail that was closed down for muddy conditions.
We are such rebels. We even let the kids take off their shoes and walk barefoot through the mud and climb trees when they felt like it.
The best part was when we returned home and took long, hot baths.
I swear, despite all the dirt in my car, I’m so thankful for our muddy day. We all had such a great time tramping through the mud.