The meltdown begins......
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June 15th, 2008 – by: hummingbird50
So early Sunday morning I got myself out of bed, and made my way to Maywells. I was running behind, had to stop and get some gas, almost forgot my camera, and away I went. Maywell and his wife were patiently waiting, I hopped in the truck and we made our way out to go pick up his Grandchildren. Now this is their first time up to the trail, so they were pretty excited.
The kids were great. Now they range in age from 4 years, 6 years, and 9 years old. The youngest little guy has a very grownup sense of humor...many questions and really funny little guy. The little gril who is six, has a very good vocabulary for one so young, she told me her name, I repeated it, she then corrected me and spelled her name so I would understand. The oldest is a budding photographer, she had her camera in hand and was very excited to go up there. They all seemed wise beyond their years, and I had fun just listening to them all talk at once.
Now Maywell takes his wife out to this trail every year to see the Avalanche Lilies.
We could still not quite make it up to the trail, but managed only a few kilometers away. There was still about three feet of snow in spots on the road where we could not get through. Steep logging roads...very dangerous.
Now this day was perfect, the sun was out and warm. We got out of the truck and started up the road so the kids could go sledding for a bit. Then off to go pick some Avalanch lilies. These lilies are very hardy. You can pick them and let them sit in the car for a couple of hours.
So after a few hours of play and picking...we headed back to the truck, for some lunch, and then home. The little one was starting to wear out....:):) I love it out there so much. Nature is coming to life, there is pink snow, the smell of pine and forest floor and the damp of the snow. The air is clean, but warm.
Now what better way to end a perfect afternoon than some lunch, a hot chocolate....and then going home.
Now bear with me...imagine this....Five people in a truck, two are older people, then three young children and me. After a great meal, and sitting in the sun, watching the ocean, breathing the fresh air. Maywell turns the key to the truck and all he gets is click...click...click....and nothing else. Try again...click...click...click...noting. The battery is dead as a door nail. So here we are 11 miles (yes miles on logging roads), in the middle of nowhere...no cell phone.
Now the middle child is saying what is the matter with the truck Grandpa? Maywell is saying battery is dead. She replies don't you have another one....she is starting to worry that she is going to be left in the bush with no way home. Now there was a woman a couple of hours back, who was on the trail and then going 4 miles down the road to get rocks. I have on hiking boots...and need to start to run down to the bridge to see if this person may still be picking rocks (In the middle of no mans land). I was worried for the kids, because they were worried.
The llittle guy says he was only scared a little bit...but he is all grownup now because he is four. The middle child is jumping up and down and giving me a hug..yelling you saved me...you saved me...you came back. (She made my day). The other child was so relaxed, she took photos of butterflies and said she knew we would get help.
So off we went, the little guy fell asleep, could hardly wake him up when we dropped them off. Then we headed home...I drove myself home from Maywells and almost fell asleep as soon as I got home.
I got up Monday morning to go to work,,,went to leap out of bed...but my darn legs were so sore...they did not want to follow me out of bed...they groaned for two days......but I would go back again. This time Maywell has an extra battery and jumper cables...and three smiling children who also want to go again.......
Twas still a beautiful day.
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