It had seemed to be perfect with the guidebook for help. We would drive 25 miles on a dirt road to a private campgound on Polebridge Lake. Hey, we were hard core campers and didn't mind a little rough-around-the-edges-camping. But then reality set in. This was also boring. We missed the big community campfires and the lectures given by the rangers. After three days, I was getting stir crazy. I need a little exercise . I need something new. Martha ok'd my plan: to take an early morning hike--just let her and the boys sleep in.
The next morning, slipping out of my sleeping bag, I went on my way --three miles to the next lake and return. The sun came up and warmed me up and I enjoyed the awakening day as I trudged along . A quick look at the new lake and I was on my way back to my tenting family. As I came into view of the camp site the most amazing sight met my gaze. Grandma and Martha, bowing to boys' demands of "where had daddy gone" had dressed them in the home-made snow suits (that Grandma had made them out of Martha's brown coat} and coming down the trail toward me was this unlikely group. The boys suddenly caught sight of me, and WOW, the excitement--yelling, pointing with their stubby little fingers: " Daddy, daddy", tumbling first one way and then the other, they tumbled, jumped and ran like a couple of little bear cubs in those ridiculous snow suits.
Kids--They tiw knots in your heartstrings when you are the least awre of it.
M&B
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Aww, that's cute. I love the idea of thinking of my dad as 'Adorable' at some point in his life. I guess we all were.
-N
Thanks,Papa. I had not heard that !story.
Connie
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