Inspired by SouleMama, a Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week to remember, reflect and share.
Will you indulge me as I share more pictures of our trip? Craig and I hiked through the Redwoods one morning at Big Basin State Park while my parents explored another trail with the kids. We were there mid-week so the trail was quiet. Our footsteps were softened by earth below and even the sunlight seemed delicate among the trees.
After our week in California I realized how much I miss being outside. We've spent so little time outside this year. Between snow storms, a polar vortex or two and a dislocated shoulder it has been beyond my ability, or desire, to dress the kids and undress the kids for just a few minutes in the snow.
Today after checking the extended forecast, and realizing this was the warmest day of the week, at 23 degrees, I dressed the kids in extra pants and socks and sweatshirts and snowsuits and jackets with hats and mittens and boots and we drove down to the lake. This is what we found.
It was like walking on the moon, to a crystal symphony soundtrack. Each step cracked and crunched and tinkled like broken glass. It was disorienting, completely new, for us to have the sand exposed from under the snow and ice. The kids were quiet as they explored their beach, the same but so, so different.