Decided to hike the hoodoos today. Instead of getting up early to beat the heat, we slept in a bit. By the time we ate breakfast, which was pretty much a wine fest, and left, it was hot.
Hubby decides to stop at Mark's Work Wearhouse to get boots. A delay, but turns out to be good call. Go in to the Co-op mall to pee and get water. Drive 2 minutes and realize that I forgot my phone in the bathroom. Go back. It's exactly where I left it.
Finally get to the hoodoos and the people coming off the hill look like they're going to spontaneously combust. It's HOT.
K1, who's 6, and hubby climb all the way to the top. K2 (3yo) and I go up as far as my knowledge of being able to get back down will allow, which is still pretty far. Down is definitely scarier than up because of the fear of sliding on loose rocks and not stopping.
Make it down safely and rest with well deserved ice cream bars.
Stop on the way back and cross an old suspension bridge across the Red Deer River.
Kids are now super tired and whiny, buy all attempts to get them to rest are futile and they're trying to kill each other.
Have a classic camping lunch of wieners and beans.
This may backfire on me. Literally. All night long.
Go to the pool, only to find out that a. the pool is closed to swimming for another 2 hours because of lessons, and b. K2 is not tall enough to go down the water slide by himself--and they won't let him down with a parent--and that was the whole reason for going.
So go to the water park and splash park. Come back for a snack. Have supper with Grandma and Grandpa. Kids want to go to the playground but we convince them to watch a movie instead. (What would we do on a real camping trip to the middle of nowhere?)
K2 falls asleep. Hoping K1 will easily because the movie is over and I'm tired.
This day has been an exercise in flexibility (mine, mentally) and calmness when dealing with the champions of whine.