This morning we woke up to a fall chill and a few colored leaves outside. We felt adventurous.
Anna, Andrew and I drove up the parkway to Water Rock Knob for a little hike. I brought all the woolies I could find that still fit them (I haven't finished knitting up their new winter wardrobes yet. It's only October 3rd.), and I was glad I did. It was 37 degrees up on that mountain!
I had planned to have a little picnic on the tables near the parking lot. I really just wanted to get us all outside for a bit. But as soon as Andrew saw the trail, he was off.
In the car on the way up, Andrew and I talked about the possibility of finding a cave. There is a Curious George episode or two that take place in caves, and he is very curious about them. Lo and behold, we found a 3-year-old sized cave on the way up:
I thought we might get up to the first landing and be tired, but we ended up getting almost all the way to the top before runny noses and cold fingers convinced us to turn around.
It was a wonderful adventure.
