I may have forgotten to mention...I have a new calling.
Primary 2nd counselor...over cub scouts.
Cub Scouts is a train wreck...a chaotic train wreck
...an amusing chaotic train wreck.
Our first pack meeting is Cub Scout hike.
A family hike. Complete with a jogging stroller and a scoot bike. Our communication may have been lacking not to mention that the hike, though only about a mile in and a mile out, was not a paved path.
Our cub committee chairman, is wonderful. If there is a person that can can organize a train wreck...it is she. And she is trying.
She tried to tell the cubs/kids that we were not "certified" for climbing and to come down off the rocks.
Like telling a pack of monkeys not to climb...but monkeys actually listen better.
Karl can't go on a hike without marking the trail.
He has two ways of doing that...this is one way.
After we had said goodbye to the cub scouts and shipped them down the
mountain with their parents, Karl totally surprised me by saying " that
really wasn't much of a hike. Let's hike Fletcher Canyon.
So we did. About two-thirds of it or until we decided we had burned up the morning. Time to get back to reality and chores.
Hiking with Karl is a work out. He hikes like a "cow to the barn.". No stopping to take in the scenery or lolly-gagging for pictures.
Okay...we took a few pictures.
And I've had a good workout.