Nice Day Out

Sep 14, 2008 at 10:35 PM
I wish I had a camera so I could show you my day.

It was perfect.

The girls and I located the wicker lunchbasket. It's a woven basket that bells outward, with a think, leather-strop wrapped handle. I love it. Locally made and sold at the co-op I recently found three towns away.

We sliced up some cheese, packed up some strawberries into a ziploc, grabbed up a few of the apples we picked yesterday from out of the orchard, and we climbed in the car, with bathing suits on.

The sun was bright but not overpowering, and the breeze was light and without the biter cold that will be arriving soon enough.

We drove two bridges down the road, to the 2 mile bridge. We turned right, drove through a gate into a sheep pasture, and then drove down the pasture in the general direction of the lay of the land - downward.

The ground rolled gently downward and we reached a gate. I pulled my car over beside a tree with a huge nest of some kind snuggled in against the trunk (wasps? swallows?) and under which were 15 or twenty sheep in amongst the trunks of the alders and maples there.

I opened the gate and walked down from that point to the river with the girls, two towels, a blanket and our picnic lunch.

Aurora had brought Little Women for reading in the car - I had said we were going to the river but not where, she probably thought we were driving the full 25 miles to another swimming hole we went to last year.

Miranda brought Harry Potter V and I brought my favorite sunglasses.

I sat down on the pebbled beach, and took a look around. The beach I was on was a man-made extension of the actual beach - which was dust behind me, and would certainly be a sticky silty goo under foot at this time of year. So I was glad for the pebbles. The beach stuck out into the river some. We were positioned at a bend in the river, and the whole effect of the bend and the pebble beach was such that I was surrounded by water on three sides.

The girls enjoyed very much the playing the water. It was such a calm river with such a glassy top that they spent twnety minutes trying to guess which way the current was moving. The leaves on the surface were all floating to the east, with our mild wind coming in from the west. But the water under their feet seemed to pull a little toward the west. I told them I'd go with the pull on their feet.

And then they swam across to a spit of land on the other shore. They were very proud of their accomplishment.

When they came back from that, they lay beside me on the blanket and we all read for a while. Then we spotted all the animals we could see there. Lots of trees. Plus there were dozens of hawks. And what I think may have been an eagle. It was very large for a hawk.

Then we started pointing out features of the landscape. I noted two large stones sticking up from the river across from a ledge and said that they were very close to the spit where the girls had swum to.

Miranda said she should have done it while she was over there.

They both wandered into the shallow water nearest me and began to play. The sun was warm and there were no noises but my girls, giggling in the water, and the standard sounds of nature. Distant cows, hawks. Very nice.

I soaked up some sun and watched my daughters giggle and swim races, and then they set off for the large grey rocks sticking up from the river. Miranda and Aurora both climbed up each rock in turn, and Miranda turned to me from the second one, clinging to it, and declared herself Queen of the Rock.

(I discovered I'd lain down on my sunglasses and crushed one of the bits that go over your ears. Oh well, now they become a prop for the girls plays like so many other evocative but useless articles of apparel I once owned.)

Shortly after the girls returned from conquering distant shores and climbing distant mountains, we all sat on the bit of shore and feasted on cheese and apples, and had a sumptuous dessert of strawberries.

The girls climbed back in the water, and started having me throw sticks to swim for. Then they played that the shore was ages away and they said "I'm swimming valiantly!!" and play-acted that it was a nearly impossible journey.

Then they lazed in the water singing "Hey Nonny Nonny" which they then climbed out to teach me to sing. I had trouble remembering the entire thing. They taught me the words and we all sang it together.

At this point, the shadows had overtaken the river and my children were truly tired.

We returned home triumphant and happy, wrapped in towels.

3 comments

  1. Kat Says:

    That sounds so completely lovely. I won't ask if I can come over and play, because you'll say YES! COME NOW! Thanks for the virtual pleasure moment.

  2. Kat Says:

    I'm only commenting down here because I just read all the way down to the bottom of your page and I definitely have a barely containable urge to stalk you. I actually do stalk you, every damned day. SO there. You are funny.

  3. desi Says:

    Hey Kat - what's mutual stalking called? Cause that's what we got.