I have been wondering lately where do Las Vegans go to "get away" for the weekend? Living in town, makes me itchy for the wilds. Just like living wild used to make me miss Starbucks and Chineese food.
I get off pavement whenever I can. This summer my boys have come to love camping. Up to this point it was not our way to get away. So, each camping trip is a new experience in itself, and they are getting to know what it is all about.
This past weekend, Colton was urging us to go back to camp so we could camp, but his father and I were scouting for dead trees. Ahem. Firewood. I was a little annoyed that he was not enjoying himself as much as I was and tried to explain we were still camping, even though we could not see the tent.
The next thing you know we are trying to make our way up this incline in the Yukon, and My Hon has to punch the gas a little. Of course I was tingly with excitement. This is what I live for! My son, was a little surprised and so he lets out a holler.
"Are you sure this is camping!"
We laughed and laughed and laughed. It was the perfect weekend get away. I had not been that dirty in a while. I ruined two pairs of jeans and it took considerable effort to scrub myself clean. We were all happy-tiredn and ready for our humble abode when it was over.
It is a new weekend and my urge to wander off the beaten path is sated. This morning, it was such a blessing to wake up without any where to go, or thing to do. I cooked more than a pound of bacon and over-watered my flower beds.
A couple of weekends ago, the boys and I designated some ground that will be a flower bed, next year. After we set it up Clayton was digging in a drawer and hoarded off some corn and watermelon seeds I had never planted. He planted them in this designated ground, and was very pleased with himself.
It hasn't been watered. But, this morning while inspecting the flower bed he found a single blade of grass. He was excited, I could see, and while I watered the flowers he was busy at work in this flower bed.
After a while I asked him what he was doing.
"I make a fence!"
This is the same little boy who is going to "dive a tactor, a green un, when I gow up."
I laughed and laughed and laughed. Leave it to my child to build a fence around a single blade of grass to protect it from those who might tromple or eat it....
These wild Nevadans in training never cease to amaze me. I hope you have a happy Friday.
Loves,
HjB
