My Mom's house is on the river. She has several acres of land though, and her cottage is far up on the hill. Over the years, they've gradually cleared land for the view, and also because they are planning on building a big barn beside the river.
They just started laying the rock for a real road that will lead down to the river. Previously, it was like a wider, steep dirt path.
Guess who attempted to drive down it in a dumb mini van?
Oh yes. That would be us.
The whole way down, with the big rocks bonking all of the guts under the van, Alex was saying, "We shouldn't be doing this, we shouldn't be doing this." But he kept going.
Then it turned to, "We are never going to get out of here."
So at the bottom, we got out and walked a bit.
The girls waded in the water and skipped rocks.
I found some pretty flowers growing wild and some cool driftwood.
Alex stood there and quietly freaked out that we were going to be stuck down there forever.
The story ends with us having to get towed out.
Luckily, we didn't have to pay for the towing, because it was a friend of the family.
Unluckily, he backed into a tree in the process of towing us up the hill and we have to pay for the damages to his truck.
Well. That stinks.
OMG! Jessee, That so stinks! I'm glad the time at the bottom was enjoyable though and now the kids have a funny story about their crazy parents. What an adventure!
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