Last weekend, we packed the family and my ready-for-a-road-trip suitcase into our trusty Highlander for an exciting and sweaty hiking adventure at Perrot State Park. We like to conquer Brady’s Bluff annually-ish to pay tribute to the treasured spot where Dad proposed to Mom. To celebrate, we arrived at the highest point and said cheers by clinking our homemade peanut butter and jelly crustless sandwiches before enjoying the rest of our fancy lunch of goldfish crackers, veggie straws, and fruit snacks.
And since, for the first time ever, I hiked the trail with my own two legs (instead of hitchhiking – no offense, Genesee) and didn’t whine one bit despite the steep climb and the humid 91-degree weather, the parents took us to Winona to commemorate and cool down with a fun run through the public splash pad and a refreshing dive into a bowl of cotton candy ice cream at the Acoustic Cafe.
Indeed, eating is the best thing about hiking.
Wanna know how to make a quick $5?
Step 1: Have your mom cover her eyes.
Step 2: Sit bravely on your dad’s lap (at the dinner table) while he extracts your wiggly tooth.
Step 3: Check in on mom to make sure she’s okay.
Step 4: Prepare for bed by brushing your teeth in record time since you now have two fewer teeth to clean.
Step 5: Put saved tooth under your pillow and keep hope alive in anticipation of a Tooth Fairy visit.
Step 6: Wake up at 3:00 a.m. to go potties and then reach under the pillow to see if the Tooth Fairy held up her end of the bargain.
Step 7: Become $5 richer.
Step 8: Brainstorm ideas for wiggling your remaining teeth into a profit so that you can purchase a new Nintendo Switch game.
= The best 4th of Julystone celebration EVER, thanks to Grandma & Grandpa Goodenough, my Nicolai cousins, the Martinez family, and my partner-in-crime Colin!
Genesee and I truly had the time of our lives, sharing a snuggly blanket in the truck camper tent bed, eating all of Grandma’s made-with-love-and-chocolate baked goods, swimming until our fingers got wrinkly, fishing for the big keeper, paddle-boating around a frog-inhabited pond, miniature golfing our hearts out, and relaxing by the snap-crackle-and-pop of the evening campfires.
I’ll let the pictures tell the rest of the story, but let’s just say I suffered from Jellystone withdrawals upon arriving home and so I may or may not have convinced my parents to spend one more night in the camper… as it sat under the stars with a peaceful, remote, middle-of-nowhere view out the east-facing window, and an intimate angle of our garage from the west window.