…with my son.
He of the scary shark t-shirt.
It all started with a recent weekend trip to Mt. Rainier to do a bit of hiking. This is something Steve’s been dying to do since we moved out here, but which was hard to do when he’s been deployed pretty much since we moved out here. But we got a chance to do a nice short hike recently at Hurricane Ridge and the kids loved it, so we decided to go just a bit bigger.
Just a bit.
Ok, we weren’t hiking up Mt. Rainier, much to Lexie’s disappointment. Instead, we set out on a trail that would take us to Snow Lake. It was a nice, easy hike that took us up some hills, through forest, across a meadow – lots of variety.
However, about halfway there, we discovered we were going right past Bench Lake…and my knees decreed it would be the better turn around point. Once we climbed down to it, at least, which was a bit precarious.
It was worth it, though.
We walked around the edge of the lake, taking in the view, with the kids chattering away. I called them over to where I was standing and told them to try standing as still and as quietly as they could. After the inevitable questions of “Why?” they did, and eventually realized they could hear birds calling to each other, wind blowing through the trees, the water rippling against the shore…and a buzzing noise that was zooming past us and back again.
The local dragonflies (which looked a lot like these) were interested in us, and we were still and quiet enough for them to feel it was safe to approach. The kids watched in wonder as the dragonflies would zip up and then hover for a bit, looking us over, before zipping away. We quietly discussed how beautiful they were, and how wonderful their coloring was, and then it was time to hike back out.
As we were heading back to the trail, Jeffrey said, “Mom? You could design a dragonfly sweater.”
I looked over at him. “Tell you what, buddy. Why don’t we design one together?”
He was instantly intrigued by the idea, so much so that less than 24 hours later I got the first question as to when we were going to the yarn store so he could pick out his yarn. He had very decided ideas on the colors he was looking for.
We worked on some rough sketches together as I explained the difference between stranded colorwork and intarsia (using a sample at the yarn store for demonstration purposes, much to the bemusement of all the ladies there), so as soon as we’ve got all the yarn, I’ll start working up some swatches. I know I’m excited about this.
And it’ll be a great memento of a perfect day.