We stopped and had a picnic supper in a recently-discovered and highly commercialized little resort called Medicine Park. This river area was a public park, running through the center of town.
There were little kids splashing everywhere, so I finally caved in and let Zay and Mim wade in the water---but only up to their necks. Well, if you had smelled the water, you would have set a few limits too!
The geese were fearlessly swimming and strutting all over the place, joining the waders and begging--nay, demanding--scraps from our picnic lunch. While we were watching the grandchildren doggy-paddle in the puddle, three wild ducks swooped down and made a glide through the canyon. It was impressive.
All the same, we had a concert to attend, so we soon called our bedraggled youngsters to the car, where they struggled into clean, dry clothes that didn't smell like old geese poop. We made it to the school auditorium and listened to Elijah's third-graders and then his fifth-graders. All together, there were around two hundred and sixty choir students. They sang exuberantly. With the auditorium packed, I'm sure nobody noticed what remained of the pond-water smell.
2 comments:
Little kids are supposed to smell a little in the summer. I'm sure that's written down officially somewhere.
Thanks for keeping them this week. I know they made some life-long memories.
Wow, this place looks like fun! It's too bad about the geese poop smell.
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