We began our Sunday with what was supposed to be a nice leisurely stroll through the Huron Nature trail. We've been several times and taken different trails. We decided to take a new route this time and well, we got lost. I could feel myself getting angry as we got further and further into the bush. The trail became narrow and overgrown and we were being swarmed by vampiric mosquitoes. Wyatt thought it was great fun, "we're on an adventure" he kept saying. I lightened up a bit realizing that it was indeed an adventure. I knew we weren't in any real danger of being lost forever. We had drinks, snacks and even a cell phone so I relaxed and enjoyed the time together. Eventually we made our way to a road and figured out where we were. We stopped for a picnic under a shady tree and had a good laugh about our sad sense of direction. We all had a good nap that afternoon then spent the evening on our deck eating watermelon, dinner and ice cream. The boys had a waterfight and we tried to stay out of the way. It turned out to be a perfect family day, even with our slightly imperfect beginning!
