Papa and Griffin-
Off on their GRAND ADVENTURE.
Now- before you get all excited.....
I have to tell you a bit
about how we use this term in our house.
It usually doesn't involve a plane ticket,
or fancy clothes (see above)
or even an itinerary.
It more than likely is rather
low-key by most standards.
But, perhaps the possibility arises of
seeing things with new eyes-
with a little friend.
I have to make this part up
because the Grand Adventure-
to the Creek,
was always something John did with his girls.
I suppose I was invited,
but the risk of poison ivy
to a highly allergic gal-
just didn't seem worth the risk.
SO- I always stayed home for these outings.
Some of my recollections
are from 25 years ago.
Now, Papa is in his heyday
with another whole generation.
Right now he is at a count
of 4 Grandsons
to thrill with this hike into the yonder.
I know it involves a creek-
so my guess after the heavy rains
this past week, the water was "up".
The rest of us went thrifting
at the Thrift stores.
But, upon our return-
there was excited stories about
BIG FISH and tadpoles and worms, and
building a BRIDGE.
But, there were a few photos.
They came out of the woods
far from where they entered.
Tired Griffin was carried on
Papa's shoulders most of the walk home.
The little blue rain boots were muddy.
And a washer load of clothes, already run,
told the story.
Now the oldest grandson will await the day
to initiate the rest of the littles-
to the GRAND ADVENTURE.
Sometimes it is not about where you go,
but who you travel with, I'd say.
So, on a sunny, mild, but humid August day,
memories were made of simple times,
laid precious.
