It has taken me no time at all to get in the summer frame of mind. We took the kids camping at Doughton Park on Saturday night, and it was a great way to start off my favorite season. The kids did great. Isaac hiked without whining to be carried, and Harper Lee was in her element to say the least. We even took Caribou along for the adventure and found her to be a great hiking and camping companion.
Doughton Park is really a nice area to visit if you live around here and are looking for a place to take the kids. It’s clean and relatively quiet and campsites are not side by side or right on top of one another. That particular section of the MTS trail is also fairly easy and there are plenty of places for kids to run free and still be in sight of mom and dad. We even got a bonus program from the Park Rangers called “Batty about Bats”. It was not as kid-oriented as I had thought it might be, but Harper Lee learned quite a bit, and both of them loved getting to see a real, albeit dead, bat up close. It did make me wonder what’s up with our bat house though. I don’t think we’ve had a single resident since Santa delivered that thing nearly four years ago.
In addition to camping, we have begun filling our days with swim team practice, swimming naked in the creek, blowing bubbles on the back patio, working in the vegetable garden, watching Scooby-Doo in the middle of the afternoon and digging holes to China in the backyard. Summer is my idea of heaven. Maybe I really did become a teacher just to have my summers off. I used to scoff at the very idea, but man, I have to say it’s one of the better perks. (I mean, there are so many.)
And at this very moment, I hear Phil Liggett giving his commentary on a bike race. It’s not time for the Tour de France yet, but that’s just one more of summer’s joys. There’s nothing better than coming home from a blood and guts cross-country workout (summer workouts begin tomorrow night), taking a cold shower, opening a beer and sitting down to watch the Tour with Rob. I guess I also get a little nostalgic about the Tour because the 2005 Tour (Lance Armstrong’s last victory) was during the last two weeks of my pregnancy with Isaac. We had bikes on the brain and almost named the poor little guy Magnus but decided, much to his great fortune, that Magnus is a little too European for a kid from Surry County.
At any rate, summer is upon us, and I, for one, could not be happier.