Picture it, a partly cloudy day, 65 degrees, no breeze to speak of, and the birds are singing. Just lovely! I am happily lounging around reading my book when John announces that he is going to get his big camera and go explore a bit. Would I like to come along? Sure I said.

He still had his loafers on and so did I.

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Noticing this I asked maybe we should change our shoes. Nah, John says, we aren’t going far just a little stroll. I reminded him of his aptitude for getting us in trouble, but he assured me we would be fine.

Will I never learn?

After a short distance we came to the nature trail in the park. It is about 3 miles long and what I would consider a super easy hike.

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I express my concerns about “going off road” in our current footware. He again assures me we will be fine.

Will I never learn?

Yes I was whining. I’ll admit it. I mention that I thought we were just going for a little stroll. John says “No, I said exploring”.

Will I never learn?

After a bit we come to a mud hole and I stopped and told him, you are going to have to find a way around that because I’m not getting my feet wet and muddy.

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Oh he found me a way around alright, but it required that I navigate around some wicked thorns. I felt like I was back in Africa!

Will I never learn?

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We continued to walk some more but my feet were starting to hurt from the effort. I told John, ok no I whined, that I wanted to go back to camp. He reluctantly agreed and we hiked back to camp.

I told him from now on if he was inviting me to stroll or explore I was putting on my hiking shoes.

We will see if I have learned the next time he wants to go adventuring.

2 Comments

  1. Wendy, I think it must be in the Male Genes ….. We have been on some hikes too! Only now, I make sure that Don has on the right shoes….the last big hike was upward..like UP the mountain side and he had on his sandals! 🙂

    We are looking forward to more of your blogs!
    HUGS D&D

  2. John’s answer to my whining about our unpreparedness was: “Well at least I have my leatherman”. Now how that was going to help me with wet feet, I didn’t know.

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