Photo by Anwen
Today was the annual “Crop Walk”. It was a bit more disorganized than usual. Our group was dedicated to finishing as soon as possible and snuck off at the earliest possible moment (or possibly earlier) so stealthily that part of the group was left behind. A blistering pace was set, which Corwin handled well but Charles was unable to match. He and Mom dropped behind while I propelled Alice in princessy luxury. There were two stops along the way, at which we made very brief pauses. The second was brief enough that I was left behind. Corwin ran ahead to catch up but I was far enough behind that I missed a turn and had to go back and cach up with Mom, one of the other group mambers having stolen my map. On the other hand, because of their need for speed, they didn’t get any of Mom’s fresh backed chocolate chip cookies. On the other hand, it did mean that Corwin got to walk with 6 cute young girls and no other boys, which apparently was more important than cookies…
Charles complained bitterly near the end, dragging on slower and slower. He melted down at a point where the path crossed itself because we didn’t wimp out and take the short cut back to the starting point. We made him do the full circut, 6 miles, despite his weariness and his backpack with a water bottle. Our judgement was proven when, within 20 minutes of arriving home, Charles was bouncing around once again. Alice declared that she wasn’t tired at all, despite having napped for almost the entire time.