We went hiking with three kids, so we didn’t go very far. The best part was the rain. The birds went silent, we ate our lunch, and then it started raining in the middle of peanut butter sandwiches. We started hiking back, but then decided to go over to a large granite boulder and hide under it. That was right before the hail.
But it stopped, as afternoon thunderstorms do, and we hiked back in the mud, our feet wet and dirty.
The funny thing is that my baby was the best hiker. He was carried most of the way since he can’t walk fast, but on the way back he really wanted to get out and walk. So I let him. And he loved it. I tried to pick him up and carry him and he thrashed and crashed heads with me in an effort to get back down to the ground.
Favorite picture from my hike, because of those eyes peeking out from the background: