I told Manchild this week that when he goes to school in September (YES! He’s going to school in September! You can read more about it here.) he can tell his class that he hiked a mountain this summer. It was his first real hike – nearly 6 miles in all – and he and his siblings were great sports about it. We learned about switchbacks and took shortcuts, saw a real live lizard in the wild, and stopped to collect as many pill-bugs as we could along the trail (before putting them back down because they are mountain pill-bugs and they need to stay in the mountains).
Hiking was not the only “first” on this trip. Not by a long shot. We visited our first freight train station as well. The boys wasted no time in talking about the “sheds” the engines were in. I guess I owe Thomas the Train something.
And then there was the first trip to Pace’s Dairy Ann for their first taste of a rainbow. They were slightly disappointed when they realized that a rainbow was only one color (cherry red, purple grape, green lime, or peach peach – am I missing one?). But they were not disappointed in the taste of soft serve ice cream in a slushie. Nor was I. Nostalgia never tasted so good.
Little Miss has had her own share of firsts on this trip: first bathing suit, first swimming pool, first trampoline, first time the pots and pans are within her grasp. And while she did not take her first steps here, she’s become a much more proficient walker. In fact, she’s almost become a toddler here.
Almost, but not quite.
Of course, along with firsts come lasts. Tomorrow is our last day of vacation. And while I know the boys wish we could stay forever, it’s about time to go home. Or maybe there’s no “about” about it. It’s time.
Let’s go home.