I told Adelyn we were going for a walk in the forest, so she grabs her white skirt, sandals and a cute hat... oh and don't forget her purse. OH MAN, I'm in for it with this one. Miss Priss, we're going for a hike, you'd probably be more comfortable in something else. BUT I'm mom, and know nothing compared to a 6 (going on 16) year old.
Not even two yards in and she's already... "ok, well maybe we should just go home, this was not what I had in mind" and "my foot is bleeding, we have to go home"... hmmm... guess those tennis shoes sound like a fantastic idea right about now.
Doesn't help that we weren't on the actual trail, but an overgown path full of pickers and God knows what else.
When we finally made our way to the beaten path, we saw a ton of tracks, one of which was a bobcat, and some fresh boar tracks. As the whining grew to be too much, we turned around and headed back to the van when Craig stopped us and told us to listen. Sure enough- snort snort snort- the kids got to hear the wild boars scurrying around in the bushes next to us.
As we were walking back, poor Stone looked up at me and said "Mom, I really don't want to be eaten today"... neither do I bubs, neither do I.
I had planned on climbing up to this amazing tree top walk on a bridge... and then- an hour into our forest walk- I realized we were at the wrong Myakka Park. OOPS.