Last week there was a lot on our schedule, including work, LAX practice, and domestic duties, but for various reasons things started to drop off the map. For whatever reason his LAX practice was canceled, and I was off the hook for work. That left making supper, but when mom learned that LAX was canceled, she suggested a family hike and picnic supper at the summit. We were all for it, and instead of cooking supper, I ran to the store and got picnic supplies.
It turned out to be a beautiful day and the hike was awesome. A brought her camera along and she and mom stopped along the way to take pics while N and I walked ahead of them. It was a really nice impromptu hike and we made the most of our time off. I love when that happens. For the record, the kids are incredibly fast walkers and usually leave the slower old people in their wake. I don't even try to keep up, but this time around A was slower because she was stopping for photo ops with mom. I had the task of trying to keep up with N, which basically meant he was not only going slow, but was taking intermittent stops to let me catch up. So thoughtful.
Once at the summit, it was time to unpack our picnic and chow down. I was hungry and we had quite a nice feast. Somehow context can change everything when it comes to a meal. Food that taste awesome in one location might not be as appealing in another. When we picnic on the hill, we eat simple foods like bread, hummus, olives, tomatoes, sausage, and cheese. Normally I probably wouldn't consider this a meal, but when we're hiking/picnicking, it's just right. Funny how that works.
On the way down the young folks were once again united and took off ahead of the geriatric crowd, which suited mom and dad just fine. When we arrived back at the car, the kids were sitting on the rocks with a look in their eyes that screamed, "What took you so long?" The crazy thing is, it didn't seem that long to me.
Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to edwademd for the pic.