Mason and I snuck out of town this weekend to head north and enjoy the outdoors for our own personal Father and Sons outing. We missed the ward one because we were at little red. It was a blast, we stopped by Dave’s IGA on the way up for some day old mashed potatoes and gravy, hard to beat 50 cents for a good meal. Then we headed straight for the Jefferson trail head, we wanted to bike out to it. We found put pretty quick that we were a month too early as there was still at least a foot of snow covering the trail. We chose instead to bike to the top of Sawtelle, and check out the view from there. It was a pretty good little workout biking up hill at almost 10,000 feet. We made it and enjoyed the view, but headed down quickly because of the cold windchill on top.
We made our way to the cabin on the hill where we had some good old fashioned chili. We lit up a fire and headed north again for desert at what used to be called Arrowleaf Ice cream, it is called Mooseberry now. That was well worth the trip, Mason and I ate our ice cream as we walked over to the Playmill to get some fudge for Mom. As we were finishing our ice cream we looked at each other and said let’s get another one. So we split a large for round two, they just don’t make them big as they used to.
We had to work off our indulging so we chose to bike down the ski hill and back up the hill again. That was a serious workout, it started to rain just as we came up the last switchback, that was perfect motivation to hurry into the cabin. We stoked up the fire again and roasted some marsh mellows, then hit the hay. On the way home we stopped by the big cabin and like clockwork Mason was scouring the ditch banks for frogs. He found and caught quite a few, and we saw a school of tadpoles which made him excited for the future of frog catching. Good times. He said he can’t wait to do it again with Grandpa when he comes home.
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Comments:
Anne said…
Sounds like a great father and son campout. Brrr! It does look cold, good thing you could warm up at the cabin.
Sunday, June 21, 2009 10:33:04 PM
Grandpa said…
Grandpa is pretty excited to make it a three generation outing. That sounds about as fun as anything I can imagine. Good job!
Sunday, June 21, 2009 11:25:52 PM