Cam and I were both in the "let's sit by the water and make mom tell made-up stories" mood, which mom indulged for a bit. Then we had some epic rock throwing contests. And finally made our way to the super nice picnic area right next to the river. We spent most of our time here -- turning the picnic tables into pirate ships and planks. I worked up the courage to jump off the end. Cam worked up the courage to jump the gap between the two tables. And we both played "I'm falling off the boat and there are sharks" for a LONG time. We saw some people on the trail, but nobody seemed to mind that we were screaming at the tops of our lungs. And the wildlife. We saw tons of butterflies, ducks, herons, and a hawk scoop down and grab a SNAKE (which we only saw when mom yelled "holy H, that hawk just caught a snake!").
We eventually made our way back to the Visitor's Center -- it has a small snack stand and mom had promised us lemonade if we were good. We sat out on the nice deck overlooking the water and had our drink. We watched the boat launch and planned our return -- you can rent rowboats, canoes and kayaks (or bring your own and pay a launch fee). The Visitor's Center was also well stocked with fishing gear (or at least it seemed that way to non-fishing people like us), if that's your thing. Count us in for a canoe. We see no downside in that plan.
If you live in the area or are willing to make the trek from the city, the park offers all kinds of neat camps and programs for families and kids, including "glamping" (which mom is attempting to convince dad to undertake), nighttime hikes, nature for the tiniest of tots, and boating activities. Check out their Calendar of Events and explore all the programs offered here.
leading a dancing hike
our rock throwing spot
our story-telling spot -- see the canoes?
our picnic/snack spot
debating the various ways one can "jump the gap"
doesn't this look sweet? in reality, cam is throwing me a S-eating grin after tossing my walking stick into the water. in the next frame, i smack her.
a spider in our lemonade chair