The long walk

July 4, 2010
Jeff is going through his mid-life crisis, a little early if you ask me or take a look at his longevity gene pool, and has a list of "toys" he'd like to acquire. First on the list is a pair of four wheelers to take to Bear Lake. Since my grandparents have beach front property, we get the luxury of trudging our way through the marsh, willow trees, bugs, and muck to get to the beach... on foot while we watch every year as the neighbors zoom their way up and down the beach on their four wheelers. I don't really mind but every year Jeff threatens to buy some four wheelers so we can avoid the long walk down to the lake.

Since Mother Nature was cruel and had a nice cold spell greeting us this weekend we hadn't made it down to the water until this afternoon. Emily, my sister-in-law, and I told Pearl and Ruby we'd take advantage of the warmth while we could and walk down to the beach (ha... the water was so high this year that we had about a seven foot strip of wet sand to call the beach) to scout out a spot for the rest of the family then come back after lunch in our swimming suits. At first glance the walk down didn't look so bad, even with two kids, two chairs, and two bags full of towels, treats, water bottles, sunscreen, and some beach toys in hand. By the time Pearl was stripped down to just her panties because she had managed to get sopping wet the quick walk down was looking pretty daunting. So up we trudged... me carrying two wet, cold, hungry, tired, and whining little girls while Emily lugged all of our "essential-we-might-need-it" supplies. Thank heavens Jeff realized we were in trouble and sent reinforcements to help us. It was at that moment where I finally realized Jeff's midlife crisis might not be so bad after all.