This week, my folks drove out from Missouri and rented a cabin in Woods Landing, by the river. No cell phone signal, no internet...just us and the quiet beauty of the Snowy Range. My dad and I went on a couple amazing runs that had my thighs begging for mercy due to extreme mountainous terrain. We literally ran 2.5 miles UP A MOUNTAIN towards an observatory and then back down again. At sunrise. It was awesome and breathtaking and some of the hardest running I've ever done.
We played in the water and hiked a bit and had a campfire complete with s'mores. We picnicked out-of-doors and generally made merry. Otto collected rocks and bird feathers and pine cones and drank what might have been his first soda ever: a cold, sweating can of Sprite purchased at the little country store. He held it gingerly with both hands, sipping at it reverently as though it were some rare, expensive single malt scotch.
And now we're home, with a pile of dirty clothes reeking of sunscreen and bug spray and woodsmoke and sore legs and light sunburns. Otto had such a wonderful time, playing baseball with my dad, running through the woods in the sunshine, reading books with my mom, and being the center of attention for days on end.
This morning, in fact, when it was time to say good-bye and go back to our lives, even though we'd talked (a lot) about how this morning we'd have to get up and say bye to Nana and Doodah and go back to school he was completely inconsolable. Wailing for his Nana and sobbing in this totally heartbreaking way. It was fucking brutal. I felt like a child abuser leaving him at school, he was so upset.
Now we just gotta get through a partial workweek and piece some normalcy back together. I love summer and I love vacations, but I also love my daily routine.
But man, we had a wonderful time.
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