A few weekends ago, there was an important celebration to attend to: MeMe turned… well, she had a milestone birthday. She can tell you if she wants.
So Grampaw and all of his crew met up with all of our crew and Grano and Pappo at our church. And I know this picture is just a bunch of heads to y’all, but that’s some of my favorite people, all together in one spot, worshipping. It gives me chills.
If you would please all take a moment to appreciate that I wore Finn on my back and Andrew wore Mira while we hiked straight down to the bottom of the falls.
*moment of silence*
Ok, so people had to hold my hand a lot so I didn’t do something ungraceful, but still… I made it to the bottom with His Beefiness on my back.
Or rested their weary feet…
Meme (who is also a grown-up, but has never let that keep her from having fun) took my girls wading since I still had Finn strapped to my back and couldn’t risk that sort of catastrophe.
It was about this time that I noticed Andrew was sporting a rip in the seat of his jeans. I noticed because, well, it’s my job. But also because he was wearing his Handsome Pants (from being at church) and I was enjoying them. Until, suddenly, they were marred. Apparently all the straight down hiking we did and having Mira on his back kept him from protecting his pants properly and they were ripped.
We all had a good giggle (well, ok, I laughed the hardest) and then attempted to wrangle up all the shoes, socks, and stray kids we’d brought with us.
The climb up from the falls was even steeper and more difficult because our direction was UP. Aunt Bob had stolen Finn from my back but Andrew was still carrying Mira, mostly to cover his backside. Which is probably how come after a vertical rock climb, he announced, “Uh, I’m not sure I’m going to have any pants left at the end of this hike. I think I ripped them again.”
Oh boy, had he ever. From the top of his rump to the bottom he had a nice long tear.
I could barely breathe and it had nothing to do with the extreme hiking. Once I picked my giggly self up from the path, we discussed strategy. Sadly, there was little he could do to hide it and there were other hikers coming at us from behind.
*Snort.* No pun intended.
Grampaw gamely pulled off his outer shirt (remember Willa was wearing Andrew’s?) and gave it to Andrew to cover his hindquarters. It was a short-sleeved polo, so it looked more like a low-riding cape than any sort of intentional fashion choice, but it was better than being all breezy.
I don’t have a picture of Andrew because, while he’ll suffer through me telling this story on the Internet, it was simply too much to ask for a photo at the time, you know? So just enjoy the falls for a moment.
Even though our hike was technically a short one, it was very steep and therefore I deemed it twice as calorie burning. We had a fab time and our kids slept soundly that night.
Thanks for the memories, Gang! We’ll do it again soon. Only with less fashionable (but more functional) pants.
p.s. Andrew’s Handsome Pants were brand new and the nice people at the store let us exchange the ripped version for new More Handsome Pants. Wasn’t that nice? Andrew promises never to wear them hiking again. But I may make him promise to wear them all the other times.